Unless you can give me the fortitude to make it past the front gate, [ Matt notes dryly. More seriously, almost apologetic, he shakes his head. ] No, uh ... I'm good.

I mean, who knows what the masters of the house think makes a good prize? Maybe it's a cake twin.

[ Despite his misgivings, it's hard not to return Grace's smile. The diamond passed off, Matt's hands itch for another drink; he grabs one off the nearest table, this time checking it to make sure it contains neither ice nor precious stones. ]

Although, if I can ask.

Did you ...?

[ He trails off, as it occurs to him that asking did you mean to come here is an absolutely insane-sounding question. ]