Ivan was startled from his thoughts on Nyx's mask by Beau suddenly jamming his minuscule hands into his coat pockets, searching for the polyruna. "Um... Beau... Excuse me..." The Halfling did not respond, but merely continued his intrusion. How did you respond when someone began rifling through your pockets? It wasn't something that generally came up in society. He stammered a few half-hearted protests.
"Beau... May I..." When the halfling paid him no heed, he growled under his breath.
"Beau!" He roared, attracting stares from all those near. The halfling looked up at him suddenly and carefully withdrew his hands. Like a curious child who had finally gotten on his father's last nerve, Ivan thought.
His face softened. "It's right here." He said, pulling it up from the space next to his chair. "Cathy would never fit in my coat, Beau." He pushed aside a few mugs and gently set Cathy on the table. "This is the polyruna, which means 'many bolts'..." He launched into his spiel.
(OOC: If you want a description, look at my first or second post. It's a rather long one.)
"It used to be that our elected officials were veterans of World War II, Vietnam, or the Civil Rights Movement. But with the election of Jesse Ventura in Minnesota and Arnold Schwarzenegger in California, I foresee a day when all our leaders will come from the movie Predator. Think about it. Governor Carl Weathers. No wait: Senator Predator. I bet he has some pretty interesting things to say about tort reform."
- Stephen Colbert