The Wedding of VerdSteer of Nothing Much

[Booklover]

Well, there's always the fact that there wouldn't be much noise except the opening and closing of the piano lid. That might be why.

[Russa Nodrey]

That's a shame. And after I chose the cake, too.

A work of art

[close]

Oh wow! That IS a work of art! Nice, @Russa Nodrey!

Thanks! I did not actually make that cake...in case you thought so.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Anyways, back on topic, *Slaps self* any more recommendations for music?

Your judgement is coming, slow one.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

That's cuz you're both in the wrong state, sillies. 

Well, you're in the wrong country, soooo....
Also, amazing cake! Sorry Seb and I ruined it by jumping in it and eating it.

[shisteer of nothing much]

For goodness sake, Ebony! You're getting cream cheese icing all over the dance floor. Do you know how hazardous that stuff is to dance on? (also, I thought you didn't like carrot cake)

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Wait, that was carrot cake? *runs outside and vomits up all the cake* Blugh. Gross. Does anyone have any ginger beer or lemon lime and bitters?

[Kade Rivok]

I think your action was far grosser than the cake 

[Booklover]

Wait, that was carrot cake? *runs outside and vomits up all the cake* Blugh. Gross. Does anyone have any ginger beer or lemon lime and bitters?

*gives Ebantu Arridi coffee with honey* Not what you asked for, but I'm sure you like it.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Wow, thanks. *drinks coffee* Yum! And Kade, I said gross because vomiting up carrot cake leaves a horrible taste in one's mouth.

[Kade Rivok]

Hah, I can only imagine

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Really? Are you telling us that you've never vomited from eating cake?

[Kade Rivok]

I... can't say that I have, fortunately 

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Wow. You live a sheltered life. I pity you. *pats Kade on the head*

[Kade Rivok]

*Squints eyes happily, enjoying head pat despite Ebantu's obvious sarcasm.*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Wait, that was carrot cake? *runs outside and vomits up all the cake* Blugh. Gross. Does anyone have any ginger beer or lemon lime and bitters?

*rolls eyes* You're absolutely, celery bonking, mad. (mad as a hatter, in fact) *passes Ebantu a glass of homemade lemon, lime and bitters*
On a completely random note (still Scottish though), where did the term 'mad as a hatter' come from?