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[hiscountess]

Hm. I don't suppose there are many members of the Anglican clergy in this City. I don't pretend to have a grand celebration at the Westminster Abbey in this hellhole, but a degree of religious observation should be nice.

[[Private to Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and his crew // Visible to Alucard]]

Bloody brilliant. Why wasn't I reported immediately from

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[hercount]

Dinner need not be ruled out. We are all vampires here. Heh.

[hiscountess]

Blood delicacies are seldom traditional Christmas dishes, Alucard.

[hercount]

Blood pudding? Blood sausage?

[hiscountess]

Blood turkey?

[hercount]

Aha! Now you're in the spirit of things. Perhaps just the hunt, then feasting on each other.

[hiscountess]

Surely you are jesting. It was a joke, you prat.

[hercount]

Tche.

Tease.

[hiscountess]

Git.

Let's be serious.