Darling? Dearest? Shortstuff? You're supposed to be the wife, why don't you make me breakfast? You know, be the mothering sort. Practice what you preach, or some such.
I will be lounging. Bring it out to me if you so require, I'll be out on the terrace. You know, the one I bought with my finances? Because I don't owe benefactors mysterious funds?
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Oh! Oh, Mr. Goodfellow, you are startling me! I am just... you are having such a premium rate house, I am very much wondering what it is like to be inside you.
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Yes, I was just wondering the same thing.
[His smile is bright and his voice casual as he flops down on a beach chair. Pointing to a spec of nothing some distance away,] Dear boy, I believe you've dropped something over there?
[Whoever said there was a problem with immigration needed to take a step back and look at the finer things in life. A fantastic example, the display of obvious artwork in front of him. Maybe Holly should add this to her platform.]
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Perhaps is only leaf, Mr. Goodfellow. Your pool is attracting leafs like the doings of an animal is attracting flies, as they say in my country. This is not to compare your pool to the doings of an animal, no, no. This is dirty. Your pool, I clean it!
[Speech made, he turns in the direction indicated and makes a throurough investigation of the terracotta tilework in search of this one stray leaf. Hmm. He bends for a closer look, but,]
Is no leafs, sir. You are sure it is here you are seeing something?
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[Of course, Robin is mostly distracted by the monument of artwork that is the human form in front of him. Thus, he rambles. But, really, who can blame him?]
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Why, coming right up, sweetheart. But really, with all this boasting of your wealth, you could have done to at least hire a maid while I'm working on the campaign~
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