hazelcat

"Jeeves, old thing, would you be so good as to come to the library? There's a tome I want upon a lofty shelf, which requires someone with Viking blood in his veins to reach it." "Certainly, Mrs. Travers." "Can you close the door behind you, dear? And you'd better park yourself somewhere. Over on that squashy wing chair. No need to stand on ceremony for me." "Yes, Madam." "Now. I'm sure that piscine-glutted grey matter of yours has already deduced what I dragged you in here to talk about. Am I right?" "I confess, Madam, though I posses a few suspicions as to the subject of your discourse, regrettably I am not entirely certain of the matte