To the fiercest of those who argue, Shannon is quick to interject. "One group could not have succeeded without the other. Each of us took great risks, and praise Shelyn, we were victorious. Each victory we share in equal measure, and so we must be equally daring."
More as an aside, though, he smiles to the glassblower. "What say you?"
The singer is grateful for the soup and uses his makeshift veil now as a bib, tucked cravat-like into his collar.
"I am sorry if you were injured when the cart was overturned," Shannon apologizes to Arael, brushing his lips with the bib after every two spoonfuls of tomato soup. "It just seemed the best way to stop them from just running away with you."