Preparations for the Prom... Yep they're running fashionably late
Me: You're going to wear that?
Nyta: What? The skirt is below my arse, and I've got a fur stole!
Me: ... Well yes, but that scarf is still alive... And it's not exactly formal wear
Nyta: Hmph!
Me: Your Lordship?
The Patrician: Yes?
Me: You're running late for the official Promenade with the Sanctuary dignitaries
Havelock: Indeed... Well I have no robes of office and no means of transportation
Drax: FREE! Free! At last! I have chewed my way out of that cursed box!
I want to go! Prom!!
Me: Hush you! Floating heads aren't allowed out of the house - you rejected your body, it's you own fault! Your Lordship, you can always borrow some of Drax's extensive wardrobe
Drax: Hey!
Me: And I'm sure Jerome wouldn't begrudge you some personal effects - and there's always L-Space
Havelock: ...Very well
Havelock: And this is more appropriate than what I was wearing; how exactly?
Drax: ...Well you don't look like a Rocky Horror reject anymore?
Me (sotto voice): Shuttup! We do not mention the RHDS incident!
Havelock: Umph! Ugngh! Umph!
Havelock: ¬.¬ No
Havelock: Havelock: This situation has become intolerable
Havelock: I shall go as I am
Me: Whu?- Wha? Whaaaa?
Drax: *Wolf-whistles!*
Havelock: And your point is?
Me(sotto voce): ...Drax why is His Lordship being so accepting?
Drax: Well... You do know what I put in the sugar cubes right?
Me: But His Lordship doesn't take sugar!
Drax: I know... But that isn't the tea, it's straight LSD...
Me: What?!?!
And no they still haven't left the house yet!