THE NEXT AFTERNOON
"Excellent deportment on all your parts! Superb!"
Flabbergasted, we three main beasts sit in the sunny garden while Ser Roon Maartenwitz praises us for our Beast Ball behavior. It is the most enthusiastic I have seen him about anything. And he sounds like a football coach rather than a fussbudget. This is the part of the movie where the coach gives the team a rousing pep talk after the other team has just caused an injury or been otherwise unsportsmanlike.
Ser Maartenwitz moves about, flitting from flowering bush to flowering bush, stopping to sniff. "Mmmm. I daresay our gardens rival anything at Lammermoor Mansion. And our beasts dwarf theirs in every way. Lobo should have been punished for his behavior and sent to the Beast Wing immediately. He was churlish during the Beast Dance. Now, I am told he made amends somewhat when Blaze was being kidnapped..."
I nudge Demos. [You told Vedette, and she told Maartenwitz. Very smart. Generous.]
