That was an excellent question, and one Ford had trouble deciding on an answer for. What could one do at a ball when there was no chaperoning to be done? When there were no performances to be put on? There was no Miss Chang here tonight for him to dance with, no Grace to help steer through an awkward conversation or seven, no Clementine to pester. He didn't want to do anything that meant separating from Ty, but he also didn't want to sneak away with Ty; they were so infrequently out in public together like this that it seemed a shame to squander it by just running off and doing something they could have done on any other night. That left... what, refreshments? As though Ford was going to eat or drink anything while he was dressed head to toe in a white suit that probably cost more than two or three of his other suits combined.

"Hm," he hummed as he thought. "Find a corner we can take over and take guesses at what everyone's outfits are meant to be," he suggested. "We could make it a game. Loser owes the winner favors."

In a gentleman's club where everyone had money to squander, this was the sort of thing one would bet money on, but Ford didn't have money to bet. Fortunately, he didn't think Ty would object to trading favors instead — especially favors of a particular, not-to-be-spoken-of-at-parties variety.

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