4. Paris.

[seeyaduke]

You know, I've always had a fondness for Paris, I love it there. I suggest that you see as many things as you can and eat in cafes. The cafes always have the best coffee.

[Fake!Fail! Private! to Bertie.]
Bertie, darling, I think we should stay at the Mandarin Oriental Paris on the Rue Saint-Honoré. Suites, I think. And cars with drivers.

I could do with a bit of shopping.

[Private to Rex]
What are the chances that there will be a lab like my delightful husband had?

Comments

[Privateing up now.]

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

I think I want to get my hair done. I miss being a blond.

[Private]

[what_ho_jeeves]

That sort of thing is done at a salon, yes? [The world of hair (beyond a simple trim and pomade) and cosmetics is mysterious to Bertie.]

[Private]

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

They'll come to me and do it, Bertie. So much less tacky than doing it at a salon.

The joy of having money in Paris.

[Private]

[what_ho_jeeves]

That's jolly good of them. I don't think I've ever had a barber come to me. It's like that Muhammad and mountain whatsits.

[Private]

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

Could always have one come for you too. Shave, hair cut, mani, peti.

[Private]

[what_ho_jeeves]

A proper hair cut and shave would be just the thing. Although I don't believe I've ever heard of a mani before, nor a peti.

[Private]

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

Trust me, darling, once you've had one you'll wonder how you lived without it.

[Private]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Oh. Then I shall trust your most excellent judgement.

[Private]

[seeyaduke.livejournal.com]

Good man, Bertie. Good man.