Rain on the Bill

Arrowyy and Blaedy spent a spell discussing whether a man’s manner can be improved by somebody else adding further instructions to it. An old trade, that: put enough notes round a fellow’s neck and call the resulting stumble refinement. I kept my counsel, chiefly because they seemed pleased with the puzzle.

Meanwhile Summoneyy had paid good coin to stand beneath a thunderstorm while most of the music failed to arrive. She got three songs from one troupe and a memorable soaking, then generously called it fun. Blaedy immediately asked whether the sky had learned better manners today. Sensible woman; hope is best kept practical.