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[what_ho_jeeves]

[The camera is shaking and jostling about quite a lot. Bertie is up in a tree, clinging to a branch with one hand while trying to video post with the other.]

I say, can someone please give a chap a helping hand here?

[The picture jolts as Bertie yelps and looks at something below him, off camera.]

Nice puss puss puss. Good puss.




((OOC: Feel free to spam and use this as a Bertie Day In The Life In Port, too))

Comments

[what_ho_jeeves]

Sounds perfectly dreadful! Mind you, sometimes it seems like some of Aunt Dahlia's garden bushes reach out and grab one, but they don't actually move, they just manage to be inconveniently placed where I want to be.

[Bertie brightens when Eddie asks about Jeeves.]

Jeeves is a paragon among paragons. He's my gentleman's personal gentleman and a right brainy chap. He always gets me and my friends out of any rum stitch we find ourselves in.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You don't have anything like that at home? [He shrugged, and returned Bertie's enthusiasm,]

Sounds like a good friend. What... exactly is a gentleman's personal gentleman? Do you keep him all to yourself?

[Eddie got the idea of having servants pretty easily, but didn't understand Bertie's phrasing of it at all.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Well, "friend" isn't quite the right way of putting it. [He was closer to Jeeves than he was to pretty much anybody, but the domestics weren't supposed to be friends.]

Jeeves is my valet. I employ him, although I have occasionally loaned out his brilliant mind to friends in need, and he's butled for my aged a. a time or two.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[There was a moment of realisation, then Eddie tramped on through the trees, looking for something red as he talked to Bertie] Oh, he's like a Grey. Or he does a Grey's job. That makes sense.

Starch your collars, and that kind of thing? [He was less comfortable with the idea than he had been a long time ago, but he knew what Bertie meant now.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Yes, exactly. Sees to my clothes, cooks, makes tea, keeps the flat tidy, and any number of other things, in addition to pulling this Wooster out of the fire on numerous occasions. This month and a half is the longest I've been without him since I hired him, and I honestly don't know how I've survived. Although I've made great strides recently in the tea-making front.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie nodded,]

I imagine that sort of thing only works at home, though. I've... spent a while figuring out how to starch my own collars.

[what_ho_jeeves]

I say, you wouldn't mind showing me the trick, would you? I've made the attempt a time or two, but only succeeded in ruining some of my collars.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Of course. [Eddie had been sort of doing it for himself more when Jane shouted at him for even asking.] It's not too difficult once you've got used to it.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Awfully white of you, my good chap.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Pause. This was a colour reference Eddie had to think about. Usually, they were negative, and not... about white, but the inference was good enough.

He paused in his tracks, and after picking his way over a tree root, then turned to face Bertie.]

I never asked. Friend? [Mmm, social rituals.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie stopped when Eddie did.] Yes, I have a few of them.

[He thought asking if he had any friends was an odd thing to question a fellow about. Then an alternative explanation struck him.]

Oh, you mean to ask if we're friends! Of course we are, Eddie.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie grinned, and made a mental note to add him when he got back,]

Good, good. Just a formality, I suppose. [He was a little aware other people thought it was a bit weird.]