private message to Pansy

[alt_jeremy]

Things are sorted at the Manor. Sandoval’s offerings are laid out, and ours are in reserve with stasis charms, except for the pasties. Need to have some honest grub set out alongside all those charm-spangled one-bite wonders.

Remember how the blokes were laughing about opening a pub called Rubbish Service? Clementine Summerby and Moe Darst are actually going to do it. Clem’s got the Gryffindor touch; she’ll make a fine door supervisor. Moe can bring the ‘Puff friendliness and play the welcoming publican. Ought to work. The advertisements practically write themselves.

Have something to ask you. Bit of a favour, actually. Maureen and I are getting married in the spring. We’d like you to be a bridesmaid. We’ll be asking Sally-Anne as well. Would you?

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[alt_pansy]

Jeremy! I'd love to! Ooooooh, that'll be just brilliant. You just know you'll have the best fireworks display I can muster, don't you?

I love the idea of Rubbish Service. I'm so glad that crew is sticking together. They can count on my patronage, that's for certain. (And possibly a loan, if more hands-on patronage is required.)

And while we're asking favours, I know we've all got a tonne of work to do, but I'd like to keep working with you on our Food Network regardless. Make it something a touch more permanent. Self-sustaining. I think we'd be rather good at it.

What do you say?

[alt_jeremy]

You're on. Had some ideas yesterday, in fact. Something you said about joint ventures and sustainable agriculture. Tell you tomorrow.

And thanks. For more than I can say, really.

It's good to have a future. You know?

[alt_pansy]

Hear hear.