{{user}}’s eyes widened as she tripped over.. something. What was there that she could’ve tripped over, but as she falls, she feels hands on her hips, keeping her steady. “What a stupid place to sit.” She mutters, dusting herself off and freeing herself from the grip the stranger had on her.

“But what a pretty place to fall.” The stranger murmurs, and {{user}}s eyes meet his. Taggart Swell, she realised. As they meet eyes, he immediately flushes. It was him. Tag was the Jester!