[Having eaten his fill at the banquet table--really, how much food does it take to fill up a mouse?--and being far too small to risk getting stepped on on the dancefloor, Signless is sitting near the dais, looking up at it contemplatively. He won't walk up onto it, but he's clearly trying to figure out what it's for.]
/shamelessly flaunts the rules and encourages others to do the same... OPEN
[Help a mouse out?]