Temporary servants lined the sidewalk, ready to assist all the guests. Somehow, though, Scrooge found his way out to greet Tegwen's family when they arrived.

Tegwen was the first one he reached, giving her a quick hug. "My, you look so beautiful, m'dear," he said, holding Tegwen out at arm's length. The sequins on her dress caught the light from the mansion, spraying a rainbow of colored spots along the side of their white limousine. "You look so grown up . . ." Scrooge looked away for a moment. Turning back to her, he added, "Welcome, welcome. Please go join the party."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to wait for my parents. I can't make much of an entrance by myself." Tegwen replied, grinning.

"That's not true, Lass."

In a way, they were both right. Tegwen certainly would have made a scene because of her beauty, but she was not versed in high-society etiquette and wouldn't have known how to handle herself. This was her first benefit.

Just then, Giffen emerged from the limousine, turning to help Beitiris out, as well.

"So glad you could come!" Scrooge greeted Giffen with a hearty handshake. "How's my head lawyer tonight?"

Giffen laughed. "Very well, very well-- I've got both my girls with me right now. . . Things couldn't be better. How about you?"

"Glad you could all make it." Scrooge smiled.

"Good evening, Scrooge," Beitiris said sweetly, offering her hand to him.

"Oh, Beitiris, lovely as always . . . Lovelier than m'dear Glitterin' Goldie."

Beitiris blushed, unbeknownst to a glowering Giffen.

"Scrooge, you flatter," she whispered.

"It's good to see you again." Scrooge stretched and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Recoiling quickly, Scrooge turned to Giffen. "I hope you're treating my Bee well, Giff."

Giffen frowned and Tegwen could tell he was trying to control his temper. "Yes, actually," he replied coldly, "I'm treating my Bee very well."

"Good, good," Scrooge muttered. "Well, please . . . Join the party."