Dodonus was as amenable to the idea as Ford had suspected he would be, and before he had time to get his bearings Ford was surrounded by magically conjured accoutrements. He carefully selected what appeared to be one of the more comfortable cushions and took a seat, smiling widely. By the time the food floated up to greet them he was openly laughing at how ridiculous and wonderful this evening had suddenly become. "I needed this," he commented, too unguarded at the moment to think to worry that Dodonus would ask him why. "This is excellent."
Set by Lady!