Mercutio considers this for a moment, staring at his pancakes thoughtfully. "Just the other night, at home -- Capulet was having a party. My brother and I were invited, of course -- clearly not Romeo and Benvolio. 'Twas a masked ball, though, and so I snuck them in anyhow. It was a very fine party, good drink and dancing. I think that is where Romeo must have met his lady."