That was true. The Veilgarden, while subject to the Treachery of Maps, would probably not sprout legs and walk away entirely. Even if it did, there were other places where dancing could be conducted.

"Then by all means, lead the way my dear," the Mycologist purrs back. "Tonight I am all thine."

Would it be easier to simply invite the Professor to his own lodgings? Well, if they wouldn't mind that there isn't a bed to speak of... nor a sofa with enough space, then yes.