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The cucumber sandwiches are delightful. I was so looking forward to Mr. Ram Boy's dance. It seems you young men are always dashing off to have wrestling matches in the upper chambers, which is not suitable entertainment for ladies.

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Ahh, glad to see that you are enjoying Mr. Quislet's delicious cucumber sandwiches, Miss Fat Cramer. (Yes, Mister Lard, they do render one almost entirely incomprehensible.)

Now, my newest dance - in which I interpret classic figures from antique urns - is called the "Pump-Pumpeii", and will begin as soon as I find a volunteer to play the role of Ganymede.

Mister Lard! You seem flexible enough!

My, but it has been a while since propriety and suggestion have reigned supreme in these environs.

As always, the sopha awaits and Aunt Ida has made a fresh batch of her special lemonade.

Now that Mr. Ram (Boy, can he dance) has completed his performance I believe the gentlemanly thing to do is to give up my comfy seat on the sopha and offer a large glass of Aunt Ida's lemonade to "Ganymede."

My dear friends, the sopha is still available, along with an ample supply of Aunt Ida's Special Lemonade. Do favour us with your most esteemed company. If you need to relax, I am most certain I can find ways of relieving your tension.

Mr. Ram Boy,

Would you and that delight fellow you have playing Ganymede be willing to put on a private show at my estate? I am having a few friends over for the weekend and would like them to have a memorable stay.

I was on an outing in my motorcar. It was a lovely day, the wind whipping our scarves gayly. I just love the way the sun sparkles on the Hermes silk in the wind. But enough about that. We had the most dreadful mishap. I swerved to avoid a chipmunk and his beloved acorn, and in doing so, managed to find the only pothole on Windy Lane. Wouldn't you know it, I busted a spoke.

Which brings me to the point of this, my dear Quislet. Would it be too much of an imposition for Bryce, my manservant, and me to spend the weekend at your quaint country estate. We'll be no trouble at all. I dare say, you'll scarcely see us, except for tea. I do remember fondly, Aunt Ida's lemonade and do look forward to a sip or two.

My dear dear friend Semi Transparent Fellow,

You know that you and anyone you would like to bring are welcome at anytime on my estate. I have your favorite room already and well provisioned.

If you have time, would you care to join me in a smashing game of croquet? Greek rules, of course.

Oh, what a delightful happenstance!

I would simply adore a weekend in the country on your estate, Mr. Quislet! In fact, I would adore it almost as much as I would the prospect of watching Mr. Semi Transparent Fellow be gayly whipped by Boreas, Zephyrus, Notus and Erus

*blush

And, oh, but of course, Clive and I would honored to perform our tastefully orchestrated rendition of Classical Greek vase art for you and your distinguished gentlemen friends.

Ah, Mssrs. Fellow, Quislet and Ram, I do we cam enjoy some frivolity. My man has offered to ensure that your glasses will remain filled to the brim with Aunt Ida's delightful elixir the whole week-end.

Sirs, might a lady request a small glass of Aunt Ida's finest? I do apologize for being so tardy, but I was waiting for my best fan to be relaundered and pressed. It wouldn't do to travel about with soiled lace nor despoiled flowers, after all, even amongst one's close friends.

[undoes fan, peeks over the top of it]

I do hope that it's not too early in the season for blue forget-me-nots over shell pink lace.

My dear Miss Cleome, that fan is lovely. I shouldn't think it ever inappropriate.

What say I have my man fetch more of a certain delightful elixir?

You're as kind as you are handsome, Dear Sir.

Please do help yourself to some of these Petits Fours while they're still at their freshest.

My dear Miss cleome,

Those Petit Fours look simply scrumptious. But with my diet, I should not have any. But it would be ever so rude of me not to try one, wouldn't it. Oh they are so light and dainty and moist. Those are of a different flavor you say. Well I shpuld try one of those too. Just to not be rude. Mmmmmm...

Oh and let my manservant, Adonis, refill your glass with more of Aunt Ida's special lemonade.

Heavens! Did I here someone say, "Petit Fours"?

As it so happens, that was the name of the all-boy Victorian band I was honored to be a member of before I joined Legion World. And, oh, what a delightful time Bedford, Cornelius, Llewellyn and I had as we toured the provinces, singing harmoniously, and bathing in rivers while the sun glistened off of our pale muscular frames!

[sips demurely from the first lemonade of the day]

Thank you, Dear Sir.

I hope I won't be thought too forward in complementing the current state of dear Mr. Quislet's form. I imagine a brisk walk in the park later today should deal quite nicely with any minute indulgences that we might pursue at this hour.

Perhaps after our promenade, Mr. Ram Boy could be persuaded to favor us with a tender melody or two?

With Dear Aunt Ida's iced tea becoming the rage, it seemed an agreeable time to proffer this thread.

There is still ample room on the sopha.

Mr. Rockhopper Lad! What a delightful surprise to see you here! I was just outside in the gardens, fetching a few late-blooming salvias for the arrangement atop the piano. I had the cook bring in some delightful scones, with jam and butter, that she baked just an hour ago. Please avail yourself of one or two while they're still warm... should you feel so inclined. With the summer season nearly over, I get so few opportunities to show off good silver and linen like this.

My dear Miss cleome,

Would you terribly mind if I borrow Mr. Rockhopper Lad for a bit? I have some etching in my bedroom that I think he will be interested in.

Mr. Quislet! Ah, somehow it surprises me not at all to hear that you are an admirer of the arts.

Please try to have my dear friend Rocky back in time for luncheon. I have a lovely array of dainty sandwiches and iced soups in mind for guests, should more of them happen by. I'll be in the kitchen, lending Cook a hand. Just give a small knock should you need anything.

Ooooo!! Will there be those delightful cucumber and water cress sandwiches?

Mister Quislet, I enjoy Miss Cleome's dainty sandwiches as well, but one needn't display such exuberance. Such expressions are appropriate in private. No about those etchings...

Mr. Brainiac and I have a reservation with a sopha and a pitcher of Aunt Ida's Lemonade. Anyone else care to join?

Mr. Rockhopper has been most kind, assisting me and my delicate constitution.

I say, I have brought along these delightful little gingerbread cookies, made from Miss Cleome's wonderful recipe.

I would also like to request you partake in some of my toasted sandwiches with cheese and tuna. They're quite delightful when drizzled with some oliveoil.