"That's the spirit! Bothering people into having a good time against their wiser judgement is my special talent."

Though of course, if she wanted to waltz, they could! Sven wouldn't pass for any socialite, but his hometown had known parties on special holidays, and the monastery may--with some moderate amount of trepidation--have allowed its fledgling holy servants to participate, under the strict instruction that they uphold the church's values. He's been known to dance!

He brought Samata in close, his hand at the small of her back as they twirl. "That mission was something exciting, huh. How are you feeling? Like you never want to see another crab ever again unless it's been deliciously cooked first?"