[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]
[i]ribbit... ribbit... ribbit...[/i]

Rearden surveyed out at the balcony wordlessly for a few moments, listening to the cacophony. As her gaze tracked across its length a particularly fat toad, crouched on the railing of the balcony, met her eyes. 

They stared at each other.

"Ribbit."

She slowly closed the door again, then turned to face Rory, over by the corridor leading to the stairs. 

[color=3c9b01]"I stand corrected. Shall we go up?"[/color]