"I'll butcher that pretty face, if you don't stop with the writing jokes." Bahorel throws an arm around 'Fey in turn, and quickly turns it into a loose headlock. "'Sides, not sure how well I can spell your name, even when I'm sober."

Letting go of Courfeyrac, he grins at Bossuet, "You can manage cursive while drunk? I'm lucky if I can print my own name."