[ Hmm, those yukatas were quite fashionable. Almost a shame to let them go. Still, ultimately there's nothing like
his own selection.
Buckingham's last two transmission were conveniently timed accidents. His current project is a deliberate video message. He holds up the device and eyes it sceptically for a moment before deeming the results satisfactory. ]
...Ah yes, I trust I'm not merely speaking to myself at the moment.
[ A broad smile. ]
Now, I would most humbly request the assistance of somebody more familiar with this ingenious device. I'm led to believe it is capable of rather more than I can coax out of it myself.
[ Which so far is mostly pushing buttons and hoping for the best. ]
Ah, locked transmission was the term, I believe?
[ A pause for thought. ]
Before I forget, another thing. I suppose...
[ It's tentative, most of all, with tasty grains of derision and sprinkles of hope thrown into the mix. ]
I suppose a response would be too much to hope for if I were to look for a manservant here. It would, wouldn't it?
[ A sigh, just before the transmission ends. ]