Colin thought of the half cup he'd sipped, and knew he was sober. Sober and daft. Shut your mouth, man. His face felt suspiciously hot, despite the coolness brought by the clouds.
“I'm sure he was debating an idea I proposed earlier,” Daisy jumped in, saving him. “He wasn't sure, but it seems our beloved Lord Gelroy has agreed to join me in providing a bit of entertainment.”
Colin raised one eyebrow but approached his wife, nonetheless. What are you up to now, you imp? he asked her with his eyes.
Her broad grin didn't inspire any confidence. She took his hand and drew him to a place of prominence in front of the table. Then, she stepped back, affected an offended air, and spat, “ 'What! Jealous Oberon? Fairies skip hence. I have forsworn his bed and company.' ”
Colin gulped. Do I remem
