"Yes, lets hope so. Ah well, the mad dutchman is enjoying himself."
Aman had appeared behind Lyra and Rytien as well. They both spun around, then winced.
"You mad?" Lyra asked.
The elf grinned, then shook her head. "Hey, I had a dance with Cuthalion, I think he's a little mad at me anyway at the moment. Anyway, he deserves a bit of fun. And so do we!" Then her face became a mask of innocence. "Now...you intend to drug a certain Miss Goodchild?"
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