“What,” Mrs. Bennet said in a tremulous warble, “are you wearing?” “Trousers, of course,” Oliver responded cheerily. He’d paired the trousers with a linen shirt, and though he’d wanted to wear his chest flattener, he’d opted to skip it if only to avoid uncomfortable questions from Mrs. Bennet. He mildly regretted that decision and mostly tried to avoid looking down at his chest as a result. “Is anyone going to clean up that tea? I can fetch a broom and washcloth if—” “And why,” Mrs. Bennet interrupted, “are you wearing trousers?”
AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY PRECIOUS KING
