Paige and Ossian had this exchange down at The Pidgeon one evening

Standing with her glass of wine in hand, Paige speaks clearly,

"Imagine my wondrous surprise,
When shown an old broadsheet that "cries",
What others call art,
I haven't the heart,
To explain it's just full of bold lies."

The smirk on her face as she sits tells high Waters that she means no offense, but is just jesting with Amber's avant garde, as she
truly views these men.

Ossian rises, and asks, with a mischievous look on his face.

"If you call broadsheets lies,
I must enquire, why?
Because to my simple eye
They're only thrown pies"

Paige returns his smile with a small nod of her head,

"True Cousin, but...

Those in the know make a choice,
To listen to whichever voice,
But the city at large,
Bears a greater charge,
To determine at which to rejoice."

"However.." Ossian is quiet for a moment, and then:

"They joke about us, so what?
As dangerous that thing is not
as if they don't joke,
but opinions choke
until their anger grows hot."

Paige laughs and offers in exchange, "Agreed..." She surveys the other notables in the room, thinking a moment herself.

"So listen we do, while taken aback,
By the style and grace that they lack,
Better to submit,
To banter and wit,
In the pleasant company of the esteemed Pack."


Ossian raises his glass in return; and says, turning to the gathered Pack:
"I must admit I am outwitted by my beautiful cousin. Does anyone else dare to challenge her?"

He bows deeply towards Paige before he drains his glass and sits down.