Early on in the night, a light touch of fingertips on her upper arm indicates that someone is behind Benevenuta, and that someone is none other than her... whatever Teren is. She's almost unrecognizable from the stark and unpolished Senior Warden that most are used to, and manages to look a good decade younger with a painted-up face and done-up hair to boot. But what betrays her is her ever-present look of impatience, tempered only by the sight of Benny's face as she looks her over. "You've cleaned up well," she quips, giving the girl a little tug on one strand of hair, "try not to accept too many marriage proposals tonight. Your mother would have my head."
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But what betrays her is her ever-present look of impatience, tempered only by the sight of Benny's face as she looks her over.
"You've cleaned up well," she quips, giving the girl a little tug on one strand of hair, "try not to accept too many marriage proposals tonight. Your mother would have my head."