The faces that met him as he reviewed the rules were both young, but both known to be... scrappy, in their own way. Young Yuri was still a little rough around the edges, though tried his best, while Miss Moony, if Hamish was not mistaken, could murder a man with her glare if so inclined.

"This is not a ballroom," Hamish announced with a chuckle, "nor a luncheon, and so it shall be gentlemen first today—Mr. Podsnapper, you may begin!"