"The polite answer," a friendly voice replies back, "is allegedly the latter."

She's turned down the offer of a drink so she could really savour her cigarette, indulging herself in the way the smoke curls into her throat and assails her nose because why not? It's meant to be an enjoyable occasion for others, whatever they believe this day is meant to represent, and she's going to take the chance to enjoy a lit bundle of her very own.

Since their return to here, Morcant hasn't found a reason to celebrate anything in the light of so much news and events. More so when swamped in documents and paperwork to settle themselves here in London for the duration of their stay.

"I must admit- The people here have such a skill when it comes to burning impressive displays for all to see." Morcant's smile thins for a second - the news of what happened before their arrival boiling her blood every time she so much thinks of it - but it disappears and her smile is demure and polite again as she looks over at Morgause. "It sends a message, doesn't it?"