“We’re in the middle of an escape, sir.” “You’re absolutely correct. Crumpets are also required under such trying times. Tea and buttered crumpets, please Virgil. And for Arsenic as well. We all need restoration.” “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.” Vigil tottered off, muttering something dark about Percy wanting dipped biscuits. As if Percy would ever do anything that shocking with biscuit integrity. He wasn’t a monster.
