[Monty is dressed to the nines, per usual. Although, he's got a believed up rose stuck in his buttonhole, one that's crimson red.]

No, I believe it was my... secret friend? [Monty's grin widens.] They certainly work very fast. I fancy Lord Zephyr must have told them something I was wanting. Are you two participating in this little game they've laid out?

[He'll usher them toward the dining room where he's laid out his nicest plates and silverware--this much hasn't really changed, but it's all perfectly nice.]