Yours is the brighter mind. You're willing to match your craftiness against his doddering naivete any day. [+Bile]
"Oh, agreed, agreed," you put in during a pause, drawing the group's attention. "A heroic ode would be perfect there—I can hardly wait for your rendition!" you tell Millicent.
The orator lifts the tip of her nose in acknowledgment, and Timshel sends a brief nod your way.
"And during the ode," you continue before the fool can resume his monologue, "to further emphasize the contrast with the jig that preceded it—" you gasp and widen your eyes, as if the idea were just striking you this second, "—friend Moargen can dance the role of the Frost Troll!"
"Dance it?" says Millicent, frowning.
You go on, with breathless, insightful spontaneity, to outline how the company might support each other at various points.
Onward