Atticus is out and about eating fish and chips as he is keen to do when his interest is peeked by the commotion going on. He peers at an application form and snickers.

"Illegal dance parties (although very fun) and promoting material not licensed by our company whilst asking our roster members to join. If I was an American and not a polite British gentleman, you'd have a lawsuit on your hands, Miss Lacklan."

He finishes his dinner and hops on a penny-farthing, pedalling away from this... thing.