three. sir hubert says hello. sort of.

[damesuccubus]

[HEY BARGE. IT'S SIR HUBERT DE VILERS, PETRONILLA'S LOVING FATHER-IN-LAW. He's managed to turn on the camera, but he doesn't really know how to use it, and so for a good minute or two he's staring into it like it's a mirror.]

Damned thing. [He pats down his wild greying hair and beard, still peering into the screen.] Gilbert would know how to use

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[rass_bestie]

[Amused.] Clearly. [Thinking is quite obviously not this man's forté.]

[damesuccubus]

[BY JOVE, she's got it!]

Clearly WHAT? [He's eyeing you, lady.]

[rass_bestie]

Best leave the thinking to the experts, my dear.

[damesuccubus]

AGREED. Leave it to the lawyers and the scribblers!

[rass_bestie]

[Minaru chuckles and gives him a supportive 'carry on, you big idiot' look before disconnecting the channel.]

[damesuccubus]

[Damn, Sir Hubert wanted to go on one of his famous TIRADES AGAINST LAWYERS.]