[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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	Another look of shock and horror overtook the venerable Lord Major, one that could only have come from a mangled, roughshod order of that age-old Elixir of the Gods, the right and proper balm for every rancid, odiously negative thing which may afflict a citizen of the British Empire. Reginald couldn't believe his ears. Certainly, the young, disfigured man was not talking about The Tea... Oh but he was. The discussion was, in its own way, just as unsettling as George's initial appearance in Reginald's eyes. His face grew surprised at first, then a rumbling, burbling anger began to well up in his brain if but for a second. The thought of Tea being intentionally served cold and sugared. It was just undignified. It was un-British. It was un... 

	Then he noticed a hint of smile from his guest. [color=b8860b]"Oh, you are a [i]villain[/i], Mr. Benaszewski!"[/color] exclaimed the Lord Major, beginning to chortle. [color=b8860b]"You, sir... Oh yes, indeed."[/color] He picked up and rang a bell on the edge of his desk. A steward opened the door, silently waiting for his orders. [color=b8860b]"Tea service, my good sir! It is a bit early, but tea service nonetheless! Earl Grey, if you would please, and make sure we have plenty of lemon for Mr. Benaszewski. Thank you so much. But quickly now! We have a guest."[/color]  

	"Very good, Lord Major." he responded. "You have an NCO waiting to report concerning the Cairo Prison assignment." 

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, yes; excellent. Please show him in."[/color] Reginald looked to Peter and George, [color=b8860b]"My apologies, this report should wrap up an incident from last night, from the Crown's perspective. Just a moment's indulgence, if you would."[/color] 

	The doorway was soon filled by the vigorous presence of the Corporal, finally back from escorting the starlet and reporter to and from the Prison. The Lord Major was anxious to hear the final words on the matter, file them away, and move past this incident with a touch of leverage to ensure that their agreement as gentleman and ladies all was maintained. The Corporal set a foot inside of the office, snapped raptly to attention, and glanced (for a mere fraction of a second) at Peter and George. 

	George. 

	Denial smacked him at first. He attempted valiantly to relay his report, even so far as to croak out the first couple of  syllables of "Yes, [i]Lord [b]MA...[/b][/i]" before his voice crackled into a draining shriek and the suddenly stark-pale Corporal darted from the room, his banshee-esque klaxon sounding out into the lobby and beyond. 

	Nonplussed, Reginald looked to his nephew and George, casually stating, [color=b8860b]"See? A moment's indulgence. Now, were were we?"[/color]