I know what this sounds like coming from me, but I wouldn't mind a repeat of that last curse.
[ Once everyone had arrived and was more or less herded into the living room, Clow leaned slightly possessively on the back of his Chair and cleared his throat importantly. ]
So.
... [ Looks at Yuuko as if to say, "This was your idea, you start." Not because he can't think of what to say, mind you, but because he can. ]