“You know, dress up the flat a little. Get some good wine and nice-smelling perfume and spread rose petals about.” “Roses make Percy sneeze.” “Well then, we shall substitute very finely chopped potatoes.” “You’re such a romantic.” Her chin rises. “Do you want my help or not?” “The idea of you helping me with this in any way is upsetting.” “Fine.” She turns the page, though it’s almost certainly just for the drama of it. “Remain virtuous and frustrated.”
