"You know," he says slowly, scratching at his chin and drawing his eyebrows together like the very admission pains him, "I almost miss them, after all those years of complaining bitterly about attending and doing my best to avoid having to do so at all costs. I mean, they were horrible, and boring, and dreadfully long, but I suppose they just became familiar. And they were always filled with members of my extended family, so perhaps I miss their company more than the actual parties themselves."

Living in Habble Morning, Benny was surrounded by his entire extended family. And while most families tended to be rather small in Spire Albion, likely due to the lack of space available to spread out in, he was still always surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins of varying degrees.

Being the only Albion down here on the Surface can feel very isolating, sometimes.

He shakes his head. "Not to my knowledge. I haven't asked anyone, though, so it's possible that someone has and they have no way to play them, which is why they didn't say anything." Surely there are people in this habble who don't know about Miss Carter's phogograph machine.