omne quod dulce est cito satiat

[heloise]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Dec. 15
Where: Ballroom!
What: Borgia-Mills Saturnalia party, basically, that party!

The garlands and wreaths of leaves decorating the ballroom sure look similar. Almost Christmas trees. Pagan origins for an otherwise religious holiday. This occasion has no purpose, however, aside from merriment, freedom and lots and lots of eating!

The cooks Henry gathered are welcome to place their creations on a long table set to one side, while most of the ballroom is left clear for dancing of any form. Most of the sofas have been pushed against the walls as refuge for tired feet. The wine flows freely, with uncountable goblets here and there!

Oh, one more thing, beware the nutcrackers.

[ ooc; make your own threads, there are no rules except for go wild! ]

Comments

[heloise]

Lucrezia delays her answer by taking another sip of wine and savoring it. "Yes. Did wise men not say it is the unknown we fear the most?"

[is_mafia]

He points out, "Wise men also say that what we do not know cannot hurt us."

[heloise]

"Those who say so are not wise," or they are men. But she realizes she sounds more curt than intended, than she should, so she turns with a smile. "Keep your secrets, Giotto, and I will do the same with mine."

[is_mafia]

He smiles at her, apologetically. "Perhaps it is for the best. At the very least, not to talk of it here." That does not mean he will or won't, but it is open-ended. If you persist in taking to him, then perhaps.

[heloise]

Lucrezia returns it with a mischievous one, before she curtsies to take her exit. "Giotto."

[is_mafia]

He gives her a bow in return for her curtsy. "Lucrezia."