The Diary of Edgar Percival.

Ask muse how good they are at..

Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time... Thank goodness for his Captain. Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show. But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth. "Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.

Aslik's expression fell for just a brief second when he thought no one at all had heard him, but then perked right back up when the jewel-adorned Madam gave him acknowledgement, "Yes, yes, that would be me. And you are...?" Aslik gave his best grin, full of all the charisma he could muster, and none of the restraint. Ahlu made it a point to side step as quietly as possible away from their boss, keeping an eye on both Aslik and his assistant slig, Fernando, as they did so. The two seemed to remain in place, which gave them a moment to safely move away.

Madam Shelley took a dignified sip of her wine. “Hmph… Madam Shelley Steevenzon.” She responded as she raised a brow, somewhat displeased that Aslik didn’t already know who she was.

Aslik released a quiet gasp and nodded once, twice, as if he hadn't totally screwed up at all. Bulldozing over his mistakes with confidence usually seemed to work out anyway, so he said, "Yes, yes, of course! How foolish of me, my deepest apologies Madam. You just look so much younger in person. You must be doing so well for yourself!"

Madam Shelley forced out a chuckle. “Why thank you! You look like you could benefit from the products I use, I’d just love to make you look nice and pretty sometime!” She said, resting her face on her wrinkled manicured hand.

Prompt arrival was top priority on Aslik's list for the party, namely because Ahlu had been very adamant about arriving on time just as well, which had given Aslik the excuse to ignore his natural desire to be 'fashionably late'. With how often they reminded him that he could easily be the center of attention with his sparkling, flawless maroon suit and black fur collar, he felt it necessary to be there as long as possible, and therefore arrive right on time... Thank goodness for his Captain. Upon their arrival, Ahlu felt the need to come across less steely the usual. Something about the atmosphere told them they needed to appear somewhat approachable, otherwise, they may not fit in just right. They'd keep some of their cold demeanor, but they also wouldn't be hesitant to greet anyone with a pleasant, graceful, refined smile and bow, which they had rehearsed hundreds upon hundreds of times in their youth... And, well, it would show. But when Aslik didn't hesitate even in the slightest to approach the Steevonzons directly without even checking with his Captain for advice, Ahlu rushed over to be at his side, prepared to do any kind of damage control the moment he opened his big mouth. "Oh, my goodness, hello, hello! Its a delight to see the lot of you!" Aslik said in a voice that Ahlu hated hearing. It was so... fake. At least to them, even if only because they knew better.

Aslik's expression fell for just a brief second when he thought no one at all had heard him, but then perked right back up when the jewel-adorned Madam gave him acknowledgement, "Yes, yes, that would be me. And you are...?" Aslik gave his best grin, full of all the charisma he could muster, and none of the restraint. Ahlu made it a point to side step as quietly as possible away from their boss, keeping an eye on both Aslik and his assistant slig, Fernando, as they did so. The two seemed to remain in place, which gave them a moment to safely move away.

Madam Shelley took a dignified sip of her wine. “Hmph… Madam Shelley Steevenzon.” She responded as she raised a brow, somewhat displeased that Aslik didn’t already know who she was.