Lord Borr was looking like he had just been made King. He bowed his head to the new arrival, marveling at such good manners. Lord Borr had such a keen eye for the well bred ones. Not there any time at all - and he'd already found the cream of the crop. It did not surprise him.

The loud noise with a hint of wetness against the leather couches that came from his behind - that surprised him. The leather was surely magnifying the sound. "Lita's cookies. They always clear me tunnels." He chuckled and fanned himself and air around him.


"Mr. Jones here was just expressing his concerns over the seating arrangements in the Great Hall. You've also voiced some concern over it." Lord Borr offered the cookie basket to Kingston. "Take one, son."

"I think you boys should stop eating in the Great Hall full stop. We'll take our meals in here and discuss business."