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[what_ho_jeeves]

[Not private filtered at all. Bertie doesn't quite get the filter thing unless the other person filters first.]

Professor Fate? I say, Professor, are you there?

And, Admiral, my good chap, since you refuse to bring me my valet, even though he'd be corking at this wardening business, I need a bit of help with my flat. It's getting a bit chaotic if you know what I mean. Dusting is dashed harder than it looks, and I've already broken two teacups trying to wash up. If you won't let me have Jeeves, don't you at least a maid on board who could tidy up? This really is the worst service I've had on a ship. I've half a mind to write a complaint to your company chairman and tell him so.

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[youriseyoushine.livejournal.com]

{It's okay. Fate doesn't get them either.}

What? What is it? I'm here, I'm here. Don't get everything all in a twist.

I'll have you know I didn't break any of your teacups.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You're really quite reliant on your Grey, aren't you, Bertie?

You don't need service, I'll show you how to do things for yourself. Jane's showed me, it's not difficult.

[Voice]; y so adorable, Bertie?

[grahamcommawill.livejournal.com]

[Mostly neutral tone, with a slight 'Are you kidding me?' undertone] I really don't think the Admiral grants those sort of requests. Then again, you never know. [A sigh. He almost feels bad for Bertie.] Being without a valet isn't that difficult. I've done it for several years now. Do you need some help?