Carlo
"Okay, the password is souffle," Carlo stage-whispers from his space beneath one of the long tables. The passage of dozens of feet obscured by long lengths of tablecloth makes for a slightly disorientating experience, but the Taliesin twin can think of no better place to make a den or hideout at a feast than directly beneath the food. "If you need to leave and come back in, remember that. And er, we should probably ask any interlopers for it too."
Interloper is a new word he'd recently discovered after a well-to-do man had yelled it at them for sneaking around his bookshop and re-alphabetising manuscripts based on how boring the covers looked, and he will continue to find excuses to use it. "I'm going to go and find dessert," he whispers again to his brother. "I feel like at a feast like this, we should be allowed to have dessert before dinner, right?"
Assuming the answer to be a resounding yes, Carlo crawls to one end of their table hideout to peek out, half obscured by the tablecloth draped over his head. From here, though, he can spy the smaller dessert sections, and his eyes are firmly on an entire honey cake with their names on it.
Interloper is a new word he'd recently discovered after a well-to-do man had yelled it at them for sneaking around his bookshop and re-alphabetising manuscripts based on how boring the covers looked, and he will continue to find excuses to use it. "I'm going to go and find dessert," he whispers again to his brother. "I feel like at a feast like this, we should be allowed to have dessert before dinner, right?"
Assuming the answer to be a resounding yes, Carlo crawls to one end of their table hideout to peek out, half obscured by the tablecloth draped over his head. From here, though, he can spy the smaller dessert sections, and his eyes are firmly on an entire honey cake with their names on it.
know the rules well, so you can break them effectively
Code stolen from Queen Sky
