"Well, I don't suppose I can blame you," Sylvando said. "This place is rather fabulous isn't it? It's easy to get a bit distracted." He game Michael a cheerful wink. No, he didn't really think it was easy to mix up a bar of soap with something edible, even while distracted, but he also didn't want this odd fellow to feel too badly about it.

"And I couldn't agree more!", he said. "Now, what sort of party did you have in mind, hmm? A block party of the whole neighborhood, or something a bit smaller and more intimate?"