IC: Pondering the ramifications of... krill.
The man leaned back, to see what she would reap of the questions he had sown.
[her] .............
[her] Oh, my goodness gracious fenderbusting duck-tail.
[her] That's... bad.
[her] Yes. Please. Come visit.
And with that, the forms had been obeyed. Hands devoted to atrocity danced upon the keyboard, agreeing to her request with delicate grace. Standing, he summoned Mathilda to his side, invoking a contingency plan she had both longed for and dreaded.
Invitation offered. Invitation accepted.