"Hmmm... Clear skies, a light breeze, a nice silence, the moon's out... I'd have to say this is almost perfect" , a silver-haired man stretches and yawns slightly from his lazily comfortable position on a gently swaying hammock as thoughts above the day's nearly perfect weather cross his mind. Smiling to himself as if at some secret joke he sits up and stretches once more as he removes the tophat resting upon his head to lightly scratch at his scalp. The hat in question is an exquisite article, the deepest of blacks with a solitary white band just above the brim serving as an impromptu resting place for the Ace of Spades. He smiles once more as he sits upon the hammock "Needs one more thing though...." "Lemonade and Iced Tea... Cold... Half and Half" the instant the man's cheery yet crisp