Malaclypse rose and bowed slightly to the young woman, giving a discreet wink to Gypsie as he kissed Penelope's hand.
"Please, Ms. Penelope, do join us. I do not know if you have been accepted into the Bosom of Eris, but I rather suspect that our young journalist here has something along those lines in mind.."
Scripto reddened slightly as the three took seats, but quickly resumed his aplomb. Mal filled their wine glassed, and turned to Leo.
"And therein, sir, may lie the answer to your question. Perhaps we TAZ in particular are distrusted, maligned, and even given covetous glances.. even by some other Zoners; but not because we are a threat, or unwilling to 'play nice'..
"I believe that we are 'pariahs' simply because we are seen as having too much bloody fun!!"