You know what I want?
A Lord Peter Wimsey of my very own, that's what.
He's mine. All mine.
'Trash'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
You know what I want?
A Lord Peter Wimsey of my very own, that's what.
He's mine. All mine.
You can keep Peter. I want a Bunter. Though he'll get his own room. I just want him to take care of my house.
I kind of like to have lunch with the Dowager Duchess, myself.
I wanna go to lunch too. We can bitch about Duchess Helen. And pet the cat
And then Franklin can dab iodine on the resultant scratches.
Not that I'm in any way against the lunch idea, I just remember what happened to the Duchess's butler in Busman's Honeymoon.
snerk. Yes, I thought of the scratches too, but I couldn't think of Franklin's name.
The cat is, of course, Ahasuerus. (I thought Franklin was sort of a lady's companion, not a butler? Female, anyway?)
I thought that the male butler was the one who got his nose scratched. As I think back on it, it was probably the Dowager Duchess dabbing the iodine on his nose. Or on Franklin's nose. Or maybe it was the butler who needed to go to the dentist and he had no cat trauma whatsoever.
I think I need to reread Busman's Honeymoon. Eh, the weekend looked all rainy and non-outdoorsy anyway, so why not?
All your Harriet Vane are belong to me.
You can have her, DX. My main response to her is "Get over it already, woman".