Sorry, double drabble. I just couldn’t get it in one
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“A letter sir. From Reverend Pinker.” Jeeves held out the burnished tray. “Not trouble, I hope.”
“Merely a desperate plea that I rush out to… how should one pronounce this? Pen-man-war, do you think?”
“Penmaenmawr, sir. I believe the name is Welsh.“
“Right ho, Jeeves. Stinker requires my strong right arm to rescue him from …” Bertram Wooster held out the letter “Give it a look, Jeeves, Does that say goblins or golfers?”
“Most improbable, either way, sir.”
“Especially as I saw him lunching at the Drones. Also, while the missive came today, you may note the date.”
Ah. April 1st. Well spotted, sir. So I will not be packing for a sudden rush to the north?”
“Ah contraire, my man. You must send for the car at once! The plea of an old school chum is a sacred duty!”
“Even when said duty will require a week or more motoring though the mountainous backroads, with little expectation that the supposed victim will be present when you arrive?”
Bertie smiled. “A week each way, spend sharing cramped quarters in tiny, remote Inns which offer but a single guest room.”
Jeeves bent into the kiss. “I shall pack at once, sir.”
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Date: 2012-04-05 12:05 am (UTC)***
“A letter sir. From Reverend Pinker.” Jeeves held out the burnished tray. “Not trouble, I hope.”
“Merely a desperate plea that I rush out to… how should one pronounce this? Pen-man-war, do you think?”
“Penmaenmawr, sir. I believe the name is Welsh.“
“Right ho, Jeeves. Stinker requires my strong right arm to rescue him from …” Bertram Wooster held out the letter “Give it a look, Jeeves, Does that say goblins or golfers?”
“Most improbable, either way, sir.”
“Especially as I saw him lunching at the Drones. Also, while the missive came today, you may note the date.”
Ah. April 1st. Well spotted, sir. So I will not be packing for a sudden rush to the north?”
“Ah contraire, my man. You must send for the car at once! The plea of an old school chum is a sacred duty!”
“Even when said duty will require a week or more motoring though the mountainous backroads, with little expectation that the supposed victim will be present when you arrive?”
Bertie smiled. “A week each way, spend sharing cramped quarters in tiny, remote Inns which offer but a single guest room.”
Jeeves bent into the kiss. “I shall pack at once, sir.”