It's been a while since Wallie went to a good party, and he slides in with a broad grin. He even left his sword behind tonight; Nnanji would have been horrified, but Nnanji's not here to see or comment.

He's keeping an eye out for Phil, for that guy who wondered if Wallie's swords were gang tattoos, which still makes him grin. Of all the people whose name he could have got. It had been a little while since he'd whittled, but he'd made a nice little set of fork, spoon, and knife, and tied them together with a bit of ribbon. There's a tag on them; he leaves it on a side table, since Phil seems busy chatting at the moment.

In the meantime, he helps himself to the food.