Nuada had to chuckle at that last bit. "Good food is always debatable here, and the company more so. So far there are only five people here I spend any time with." There was a possible sixth, but it was too early to tell.

But alcohol was alcohol, even when it tasted vile. He would not be seeking oblivion today, anyway.

"So you wish me to keep you from becoming bored and uncomfortable at a gathering you are touting? You do see the irony here, do you not?" He returned the bo staff to the rack.

"I will hold you to that exit strategy if this starts to drive me mad," he warned.

"I shall need fifteen minutes to look presentable," to impress humans, perhaps she was correct and this was a place of punishment after all.