Ah. I've been invited to a party tomorrow night by an old sparring partner of mine. A self-professed witch, 'bride of the moon' and all that nonsense. It's a private solstice party, so age isn't an issue. Perhaps you and Jono could come, and Elisabeth and I can chaperone. It's upstate, and some band called 'The Nuns' will be performing, with support from 'Diva Destruction'. Probably not my thing, but if I can sit through Wagner, I can sit through this.

It sounds deeply unwholesome, and I can promise it won't be the least bit educational.