"Hullo, hullo!" Dilip bellowed as soon as the Lees came in. "So glad you could come, so glad you could make it. Smitha's making the rounds with h'orderves and damned if I know where Kittu disappeared to, but there's other people in here too, I expect!" He talked a mile a minute, which was roughly the half the speed at which he drove the Knight Bus. He also seriously enjoyed the sound of his own voice.
"Get in here, get in here, lovely to meet you, get in here," he said, hurrying the folks in. "Mina, nice to meet you, you're gorgeous, snacks are in the back in case you're too skinny-- I mean hungry. Camilla, you look like a doll, try not to flirt too much, eh? You'd probably knock all the guys dead with just one bat of your eyelashes, eh?" He lowered his voice to a conspiratory whisper that her parents wouldn't hear. "Though you ought to try and pick a good-looking one to smooch at the stroke of midnight, eh? Not me, though -- Mrs. Mathur has dibs and the mustache tickles anyway. Though heaven knows Kittu and I are the best-looking gents you'd ever see... Say, I'm sure Kittu'd be willing to be your New Year's smooch! Unless there's a queue for him already. There was last year, but it was mostly old aunties and grandma type ladies."
Dilip grinned broadly. "Only fifteen?" he asked. "I was only fifteen when I fell in love with the love of my life! Unfortunately, I have to keep my prize broomstick in the closet, or else Smitha gets jealous." His buoyant laughter rose above most every other sound in the room. "Seriously, though, Mina, Smithat's over in the corner... looks like she's chatting up some girl. Anyway," he said, clapping a hand onto Peter's shoulder, "Nothing wrong with a good, hearty snog at her age. You know, with a boy her own age. Might make her a bit more, you know, relaxed."
((I typo'ed... the name's Smitha, not Smithat -_-;;))
Dilip watched Mina go and turned back to Peter, looking somewhat perplexed. "I wasn't talking about any silly things, were you?" he asked. Anyway, that's all very sweet and stuff, and I hate to tear myself away, but I should go greet others now-- people just keep pouring in and all..." He gestured towards the food. "Help yourself to some pablum and hooch," he declared, "and I'll be back soon, I hope!"
"Get in here, get in here, lovely to meet you, get in here," he said, hurrying the folks in. "Mina, nice to meet you, you're gorgeous, snacks are in the back in case you're too skinny-- I mean hungry. Camilla, you look like a doll, try not to flirt too much, eh? You'd probably knock all the guys dead with just one bat of your eyelashes, eh?" He lowered his voice to a conspiratory whisper that her parents wouldn't hear. "Though you ought to try and pick a good-looking one to smooch at the stroke of midnight, eh? Not me, though -- Mrs. Mathur has dibs and the mustache tickles anyway. Though heaven knows Kittu and I are the best-looking gents you'd ever see... Say, I'm sure Kittu'd be willing to be your New Year's smooch! Unless there's a queue for him already. There was last year, but it was mostly old aunties and grandma type ladies."
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Dilip watched Mina go and turned back to Peter, looking somewhat perplexed. "I wasn't talking about any silly things, were you?" he asked. Anyway, that's all very sweet and stuff, and I hate to tear myself away, but I should go greet others now-- people just keep pouring in and all..." He gestured towards the food. "Help yourself to some pablum and hooch," he declared, "and I'll be back soon, I hope!"
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