Prosper just nods, eyes drifting to Ellis Meadows demonstrating proper proceedings, and Moretti deftly handling the exchange to not abuse the good will. "It is fine, Keeper," he chuckled, "You still have that Trivial I offered, correct? You can call it, and the matter is forgotten." Easy shit. Mable could hear the conversation and lessons weren't learned without making mistakes first. Rebecca Simmons would be so proud that Major she paid was at work. The new Daeva appeared to be getting a little flustered with Twist, he could follow suit, though the Judex appeared to pay no mind. The social intricacies of the First Estate always fascinated him.
He smiled at Mable's venture, "We could do both. I am not known for my patience either," he said as he mimed moving his hand across an imaginary board. "So. Juno because of June? Or were you looking to inspire some discussion about the mythos surrounding the deity?"
The Gangrel witnessed a Mr. Graham Finley bowing towards his cousin in an exaggerated fashion before a rough looking Kindred engaged him. He vaguely hoped the man wasn't a feral relation. "Looks like you have a fan. Feel free to tag him in if you find his company as amusing as he seems to find himself."
His humour dropped to a neutral expression as Madcap's displeasure was clearly heard from his conversation with the Herald. Jacque kept pushing in a nuanced dance that wasn't jiving with the Savage blood. He had been dismissed. If the Ventrue continued to harass his cousin, he expected Mable to do whatever the Prince had tasked with their policy. If it came to the Priscus, that would be an interesting conversation. The Brujah needed to dial it back down ten notches, but the Lord was certainly prodding that bear of a Beast. He noted Ellis gesturing the Herald to join him in the Sheriff. His gaze rested on Jacque with mild interest.