We made it Xerxes

Monsters they are. Dont know how the poor mother is managing to feed all seven of them.

No names as of yet. Hunting dogs you say? Could be, could he asked him knowingly. Unfortnately the father is unknown. Still, the royal family and most of the house of lords are descended from bastards so that shouldnt be a barrier to their social progress.

[sub]Silliness prevails yet again. Another victory against the establishment.[/sub]

I liked the time machine explanation much better.

Fran shakes the dirt out of the cuffs of her trousers

[sub]The puppies have green eyes. I repeat: the puppies have green eyes. The rain in Montpelier mainly falls on the Terrier. [/sub]

Tea?

[sub]we have an imposter in our midst Xerxes old bean. Schoolboy error on their part. Will be in touch about next rendezvous point. I say again:Will be in touch about next rendezvous point[/sub]

Any biscuits to go with that tea. Rich Tea if you have them. A drinks too wet without them you know.

[sub]She’s good though. Very, very good. Almost… too good. I like the ‘tea’ reference. Nearly had me fooled, I can tell you.[/sub]

[sub]Wonder if she likes ham sandwiches and lashings of ginger beer?[/sub]

[sub]Awaiting the gen on the rendezvous point. Roger, over & out.[/sub]