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You are most thoughtful and considerate, Goodman Quislet. I shall take heartily of your aunt's lemonade, knowing that your arms await me should I feel a quiver in my knees.

That "quiver" may be Cupid's little arrow. Oh my goodness, I am a rogue. I blush.

Good afternoon, dear chaps. Might I partake of your gracious company for a time?

My Dear Rockhopper, you are most welcome. Although I fear my blanket is getting a bit over crowded. Perhaps, you wouldn't mind sitting upon my lap?

Not at all, my Dear Mr Quislet. I shall not squirm or fidget much, unless that be pleasing unto my most gracious host.

[boldly rolls shirt sleeves all the way up to the elbows]

Oh! My dear Mr STU! Such wanton display of flesh! How very evocative! You do have such manly forearms. Merciful heavens! I do believe there is a tightening of my trousers around my naughty parts!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, perhaps some lawn bowling is in order.

Lawn bowling? What a delightful notion!

But I fear I have left my seersucker jacket in the wardrobe. Would it be frightfully impertinent to lawn-bowl in the wrong sort of attire?

trousers and a white shirt with tie are appropriate.

Heavens!

I believe I have become rather addicted to Mr. Quislet's smelling salts. It's not unlike having a perpetual attack of the vapours!

I do so enjoy lawn bowling! Mr Semi, is there any of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade remaining? It may be refeshing to have a glass afterwards.

[STU secretly absconds with Mr. Quislet's smelling salts and all of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade, giggling maniacally like an inmate of Bethlehem Asylum]

Mr STU, you naughty boy! You must share!

Oh Dear! Poor Mr. STU! It seems like he needs a stay at a good rest home. One should never mix Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade with smelling salts.

Oh! Good bowl there Mr. Rockhopper Lad. You certainly do know how to handle your balls.

Oh my! Goodman Quislet, I forget your comments can be so blue at times.

Sir Stu, such behaviour is likely to get you a whuppin. You wouldn't want to be over Quislet's knee, would you?

Rockhopper my boy, lawnbowling is such a grand sport. A good roll in the grass with chums is the best way to spend the day.

Mr. Taylor, My comment was 'blue"? What did I say? Oh! I only meant to compliment Mr. Rockhopper Lad on his fine bowling techniques. I am shocked that you would think me so crass as to mean anything else.

My apologies, Goodman. I meant no offense, just taken aback by your bold declaration of admiration. It must be the effects of the lemonade, setting my thoughts to wander and my tongue to wagging.

Apologies acepted my fine friend. Aunt Ida's Lemonade has been known to loosen a person's lips <span style="font-size: 6px;">and a few other things</span>

My dear Mr Quislet, would you like my assistance with your lawn-bowling form? It's very easy.

Here. First give me your hand (very good), now grasp the ball firmly. Here, I shall stand behind you. Keep your back straightened (I'll assist there). Now we move the arm back and then--release. You have excellent form, Mr Quislet.

Mr. Rockhopper, the due to my opponent's skillful placement of his balls, I seem to be precluded from placing my balls near the jack. Would you be so kind to help me out of this precarious position?

Lawn bowling is such fun! Thank you Mr. Rockhopper Lad for showing me the proper handling of the ball.

I would be most delighted to lend you a hand, Mr. Lad Boy. It is always a joy to assist another fellow with pleasure activities.

Oh look what I've started.

Mr Fellow, I'm not at all shocked you know how to show us men a good time. You seem like a most sociable gentleman, a dandy friend to have.