During a royal banquet-meeting hybrid, a noble takes a bite of toast and then starts choking slightly or gesturing wildly to indicate they’re fine. Wriothesley discreetly signals us not to react, but it’s near impossible.
They have to sneak into a restricted area together. We wear a ridiculous disguise (maybe over-the-top royal garb or fake mustaches), and Blade struggles to keep a straight face while “leading” them like a stoic guard. He eventually cracks a tiny grin.