"We're holding a what now?" Trixie questioned.
"A banquet, my dear," Deemer repeated. "In celebration of your adoption."
A courier had arrived earlier that day announcing the paperwork had gone through and been approved. The count was quite extatic. Trixie still felt overwhelmed by it all, but he was happy so she tried to be as well.
"Isn't that going to be a lot of trouble?" Trixie wondered, thinking back on the last banquet she'd attended. The thought of all of the planning and preparations that had gone into it was already giving her a headache.
"Not necessarily," Deemer replied. "The one I intend to throw on your behalf won't be half so grand as the one you hosted. I only intend to invite a handful of close friends to the event."
"What exactly do you consider a 'handful'?" Trixie wondered, eyes narrowed.
