Penny Drop

Soft string music and polite piano plays to a room is full of people in their finest wear, their jewellery shimmers in the low-light of the restaurant. Pearls and gold, real gold, adorn hands and wrists of people who've never worked a hard day in their lives.They clink their glasses and indulge in tiny portions of meals too expensive to recount here, having absolutely no idea they're sitting in the presence of two of the oldest beings in the universe who played heavy hand in why The Ritz and the people within it, plus, well, everything, is still here at all.

These two beings aren't THE oldest, of course, She is too busy to indulge in fine wine and sample cake, off deigning plans and plots beyond the comprehension of space and time. Instead, these two Otherworldly beings are sitting at their favourite table, enjoying company well won, debating an age-old debate unsettled still...