"So for the Blizzard Christmas party," the Resident Murloc says to me a couple days ago, "I'm going to get my hair done like Elsa's."

There is a short pause.

"Schneider?" I reply.

"Yeah."

I pause again, briefly, while images like the one below, and thoughts of the Austrian Goodbye dance through my head.

"We may have to go home early."

"Very early."