There's wisdom to be gleaned from the careful study of those around you—oftentimes, lessons in what to never, never do.
But there were also multiple moments where, much like an avalanche, the edifice of competence came crashing down so spectacularly that it was difficult to look away. Aitoko startled Joan with a bit of pyrotechnics common to festivities in his native Fein Empire, and she cut her tongue on her reed somehow; Gitel and Aaron tried out patter so coarse that Millicent felt compelled to take them to task for "lazy humor" for a quarter-hour; and Timshel's over-tight pants seemed to make everyone uncomfortable.
Well, it doesn't matter how we feel anymore. You force yourself out of bed. The day is here, and you'll either embarrass yourselves, enrich yourselves, or muddle around between. Who knows…maybe your favorable stars will shine benevolently on the whole company tonight.
Onward