Ford grinned; she'd caught on to his meaning at once, which was good, because he'd realized as he said it that if he needed to explain himself he would have been at a bit of a loss. "That might do," he said, glancing towards the edges of the ballroom to see if there were free standing refreshment tables. If he had to hunt down a waiter for it, Ford might lose his nerve and decide against it. He was fairly certain nothing would happen, because he thought there would be a barrier of some kind, but he had to be prepared for the eventuality that he might just smack someone in the head with a piece of fruit, which wasn't exactly model ballroom behavior.

If he got caught doing this, Mama was going to regret not just letting him wear a plain black mask, he bet.

"I was hoping we might have something already that would work," he continued, putting his hands in his pockets although he knew they were empty. "Although if we used one of your earrings that might incriminate you if it hit the Minister's wife in the eye, or something," he said with a chuckle.