Lydia Bennet

Ignis' mouth opened with a ready response, but before he could get it put, a thought creased his brow and he shut it again, considering more closely the charming quiet intimacy that the garden party he hadn't considered would have to offer.

"That is a very good question," he admitted, sounding almost impressed with the challenge it presented. "On the one hand, I do rather enjoy the suggestion of congenial casualness that would accompany a garden party, but, on the other, an evening soiree in thr ballroom would easily mean more dancing..."