"Fire juggling? Oh, how exciting! Dangerous, but thrilling- Though I suppose it's not really dangerous if you know what you're doing, is it? Still looks it though," Margaret mused, smiling as Val returned with a pair of silver shoes.

"Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a performer?" she asked. "We could have hired him. We could have hired you! You could have been juggling by the ice sculptures. That would have been fantastic."

Val laughed, flopping into one of the chairs. "But then I'd have had no date, and Jag wouldn't have gotten to enjoy your party."

Margret pulled her shoes on and waved Val off. "I wouldn't have asked him to juggle all night, just for a bit," she insisted. "How long have you been busking, Jag?" she asked.