Last night's dinner party and snargaluffs did not meld very well together, except perhaps for the fact that Valerian struggled to get ahold of the tangles of both. He'd never been one for society parties or dinners, yet he'd gone to keep an eye on Tatiana—or more specifically, Mr. Macmillan. It was a generally decent evening with good food and pleasant company, even if he would have replaced certain guests with others...
"What about the dinner party?" he asked with a grunt, finally managing to subdue the tentacles (for the time being).
"What about the dinner party?" he asked with a grunt, finally managing to subdue the tentacles (for the time being).
