Percy narrowed his eyes. That was a challenge. "Joyous Winter's Crest, Vax'ildan."

He sat up again and in his best Lord of Whitestone tones, spoke loudly enough to cut across the table. "Joyous Winter's Crest, Stephanie. Welcome to our table."

The blonde woman looked startled, her eyes darting from Percy, to Vax, and back. She uttered a quick thanks, then turned back to her conversation with Pike, obviously confused.