( Nico takes the whiskey and moves it back onto one of the kitchen counters, placing it near the cake before reaching up to rummage through their wine cabinet. )

Yeah, you shoulda seen what a gentleman Mr. Refined was when I asked him to dance at the masquerade.

( When Nico returns it's with a bottle of white whine in one hand and a bottle of red in the other, which she sets on the table just off-centre enough that there'll still be room for the chicken to take pride of place. )

I don't know that I've ever danced with a guy who hasn't immediately tried to grab my ass.

( She laughs lightly. )

Looks like I shoulda been pickin' fancy dance partners this whole time.