.09 [Video--TOTALLY PUBLIC because Bertie fails at the communicators]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Miss Lua? Is there a Miss Lua here?

My item [holds up a pulp mystery novel] is telling me that I'm supposed to look out for you now as well as the Professor. I didn't realize this wardening business would be such hard work.

Perhaps we should meet up, get to know each other, what? I have a small questionnaire we could do together.

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[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[She takes his arm a little hesitantly, like a girl might for someone she wants to know better, but isn't sure she does well enough. She looks down, but still in Bertie's direction, and follows him in.] Oh, you don't...

Never say yes at first, but never say no, either.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Oh, it's no trouble at all. [And as he speaks he tries to walk off to fetch said drink...and doesn't get more than five feet before he's turning around in a circle back to her. He looks around, confused, because he was *sure* he was walking to the bar, and yet somehow he ended up walking away and then back instead.]

Well. That's odd. [He tries again, and again just walks in a circle.]

I'm sorry, miss. Something dashed peculiar is going on. I try to walk to thither and yet somehow I always seem to end up hither.

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[She watches him leave as she stands at one of the tall tables, but he somehow can't get very far. Is something wrong with him? She can't entirely hide how confused she is, but looks up at Bertie like there's nothing to be sorry for.] Maybe... [...but not even two steps away and she's back where she was.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

I say, this is a rum stitch. However will I get you your drink now? [He has not thought ahead to other, more pressing problems yet.]

[dovehearted.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know if he's being polite or foolish, but smiles at him like he'll get them out of this somehow, even if not at that moment.] It's all right.