The Thin Edge of Hilariousl

Previously

…He straightened his waistcoat, a new spark in his eyes. “Well,” he declared, his voice still slightly shaky but filled with a newfound warmth, “it seems… the balloon did bring the house down!” The laughter intensified. Eleanor exchanged a weary but knowing glance with Barnaby. Arthur, still not entirely sure why he was funny, but basking in the undeniable evidence of it, made a silent vow. He would keep the laughs coming. Whatever the method. And his team, breathing a collective sigh of relief, knew that with Arthur at the helm, the show, in its own uniquely chaotic way, would always go on.