"Oh, that sounds like fun, mind I join you?"  Mira sat up a bit taller.  She was always up for a trip into the city.  She'd grown up in a rural area, but she loved the city with all the people and never a lonely moment.  "I don't have anything else today, and a bit of shopping would be great."

Trill rolled his eyes and nudged her with an elbow, but he was smiling.  Esme wasn't bad company, really, and he could play for a crowd just as easily as he could give a mostly-private concert.  Would even make a bit of money, and he'd have Mira to himself later.  "A party, huh?  I must be mistaken, because they have sticks up their behinds, but you don't mean the ones the Rivers are putting on, do you?"  He might not act it most of the time, but the elf was clever.  "Man, I don't know if I'd care to handle all the stuffed shirt -- it's terribly draining -- but I bet the outfits will be amazing.  Nobles always have money to spend on that sort of thing."  Trill himself was always well-dressed, at least compared to most.  He was a gifted musician and seemed to charm even the toughest crowds.  Well-tailored attire was one of the luxuries he enjoyed.

"As if they'd ever invite one of us common folk," Mira retorted, wrinkling her nose.

"There might be someone else having a less...publicized affair," Trill allowed.  "That's just the one everyone's talking about."

"At any rate, I'm doing pretty well.  Managed to sweep my combat instructor off her feet, though she /still/ beat me.  Getting a solid hit Estelle didn't expect, that's been a personal goal of mine since day one."   Mira took her combat training very seriously, and the triumph had her grinning.  "Not even that grumpy swordsman and his needling could bring me down today -- and he's the next one I'm going to give a good whack."