[ A backstage moment before he begins: Don's eyes roaming upward, amusement fidgeting on his features.

He settles back. He's dressed clean and simple. Rain streaks down the window behind him; his hair's slick as the streets outside.

The room's sparseness is accented in Hel's red. ]

One of the things I like about magic is that I have no vocabulary for it.

I come from a place where magic is plunging a hand into your pocket and coming up with exact change. A cab going your way at three in the morning, that's magic. The streetlight winking out as you step under it.

So. [ A pause. He raises his eyebrows, smiles. ] Show me what you can do.

[For once, Loras looks quite pleased with himself. Despite the battles, the troubles going around with food shortages, supply issues, he seems optimistic.

Which, frankly, considering his normal demeanor at times, is probably a surprise. Still, he gives a smile, and a nod of his curly head to his wrist device.]

As some of you know, my King and [What is the word people use here?] partner, Renly Baratheon has been in Asgard for some time. Considering our...situation at home, and how society feels about us, we've decided to make the most of our stay here, and get married.

[He raises his chin, slightly, which is always a sign he's steeling himself, using his arrogance as a shield.]

I'm not about to let supply shortages, or some bloody war stop my wedding. [He doesn't care who he has to kill, he's getting married, damn it.] We haven't set a date, buy frankly, with everything going on here as of late, I suppose it should be sooner, rather than later.

You are all invited, of course; people always say good small events [It will have to be small, despite Renly's love of grand parties] help provide some relief during war.

[He's about to turn off his device, but feels the need to add--]

Oh and if a Stannis Baratheon shows up with no teeth tomorrow, you'll know that this is the reason.

[Hello, Asgard! It's Anna again, this time remembering to keep her bracelet still while addressing the network at large. She's taken it off to set it down on something steady so she can talk. She smiles, holding a small grey kitten in her arms.]

Umm, hello. I don't know if anyone else knows, but I think Spike's...what do you call it? Gone grey? He wasn't home, the door was unlocked, and I tried calling him but he won't answer. So there's that. Oh! The door's locked now. So no one can really take anything. And I'll take care of Tennyson until we can find his bracelet! She's adorable and I don't mind! It's real easy for me to calm her down and get her to eat.

[The kitten mews in her arms, yawning before she hops down to go off somewhere.]

That's really all I needed to say. I just thought it'd be a good idea to mention Spike losing his bracelet and that his kitten is fine. If anyone finds his bracelet, could you let me know? Or I guess anyone else who is close to him? I'm sure he'd appreciate getting it back.

[A small pause before she nods, satisfied with what she's said.]

Thank you!