House-warming party!

[DuCoeur]

My tinder box stands at the ready M'lady Mikayla.  I light yours if you light mine

[anne of oaktower]

Nye m'Lady a light, fire, flame you know as in "come on baby light my fire" (Doors) for mine Clove!   

I know...I was just being silly   

[Lady Mikayla of Phoenicia]

My tinder box stands at the ready M'lady Mikayla.  I light yours if you light mine

A frenchman with a standing...demm not John's Inn.  ahem oui Monseur, will it be worth my while to summon the flame? 

[Lady Guinness]

Is it too late for a Irish lass to join the party? DuCouer~ you thought you were the late one! Well I do not have cloves to offer but I am sure I can handle the flame     I do know I can bring the keg of Guinness and pour it perfectly. *she says as she begins to fill everyones mug*

[DuCoeur]

Ah M'lady Guinness....A cold ale to quench parched lips....a lifesaver chere.

[Lady Guinness]

Ah M'lady Guinness....A cold ale to quench parched lips....a lifesaver chere.

Any time the lady can be of aide my dear DuCoeur   *as she slides a full mug to the gentleman*

[anne of oaktower]

I see....all of the ladies love DuCoeur.  Must be those wonderful velvet pants and winsome smile   

Move over just a wee bit ladies, so we can all share.

[Scotsman]

OMG ... I think I'm gonna be sick! A Frenchman no less!
DuCoeur you sly dog you!

Where can a Scot get a drink around here! 

[Professor M]

I see....all of the ladies love DuCoeur.  Must be those wonderful velvet pants and winsome smile   

I don't know about the "winsome smile," but he did rather well at last years Men In Tights competition.

Thank you, Lady G, for the Guinness, 'tis most welcome.  I'm afraid I was growing rather accustomed to Coors Light.  Blech!

[anne of oaktower]

OMG ... I think I'm gonna be sick! A Frenchman no less!
DuCoeur you sly dog you!

Where can a Scot get a drink around here! 

Well, dear, the French have given us many fine things:  french fries, french toast, french kiss 

But make no mistake - I like a man in a kilt, as well.  And in royal garb, and pirate garb, and leather garb, and tight blue jeans, and...

Do we have some ice water in here? 

[Scotsman]

Okay lass ... I shall give way to that logic ... you make more sense than I do ..

[Lady Mikayla of Phoenicia]

*dumps a bucket of ice water on A/O*

'ere ya go luv, me thinks yee be starin' at men in tights a bit long...

after a while ya gotta knock 'em over the head, makes it easier to drag em where ya want em!

[anne of oaktower]

Thank thee, Lady Mikayla.  I didn't think it was possible to appreciate the men in tights too long, but mayhap ye be right about that.

BRRRRR!     Somebody get me a towel, please.

_{Ummm, I was actually just going to gulp the ice water, but I guess your way was quicker.}

[Terry Griffith]

....And a row and a ruction soon began.

Wack to the fol an dance to yer partner, Whack the floor you shake that thing,

Wasn't it the truth I tol' ya. Lot's of fun at the house warming.

[Countess Westmorland]

Whew, I made it!  Hello, dear friends!  I love what you've done with the place!

I honestly didn't think I would get here with the traffic as bad as it is heading to the joust.  Please, might I have a sip of cool red wine if any one has some?

Ladies, you look lovely!  And gentlemen, Oh, be still my beating heart, you all do look so fine!!!
I am so happy to be here!