Meanwhile, in the decidedly not doing anything useful camp, at the first sign of trouble Wysteria has done the sensible thing and ducked out of her chair and under the tablecloth of one of the nearest tables waiting to be burdened with refreshments the moment the ceremony is complete.

That she elbows a fellow reasonable person who has beaten under the table somewhere delicate on the way under in purely accident and in the shadow beneath the table, as the room bursts unseen into chaos, she actually takes a moment to apologize:

"Good gods - is your face all right?"