The Queen steps in.
[Private to Harrison]
I think it's time you severed ties with that house, darling.
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[Private to Rose]
While I'm sure we've all had a private giggle over the absurd underdeveloped inanity that is Harrison Tweed, for the sake of my patient not actually killing himself so as I don't have to go before the Board for a psychological review, I'm going to have to formally request you cease sending disembodied feline parts to his doorstep.
Kudos on toughening him up enough to swear at you, however, dear. I'm hoping this is some kind of breakthrough.
[/Private]
[Private to Gabe]
Hello, Mr. Coolidge, I'm Anne Gardner, Harrison's psychologist. I have a few questions to ask you, if you have a moment.
[/Private]
[Private to Skip]
Be kind and avoid the recitations of Pirates of Penzance tomorrow, dear. I believe I'll have a heavy enough load as is.
[/Private]
[and added, a few minutes later]
Well! These journals always seem to be so aflutter with scandal. Prudence, darling, please tell me you're available tonight.