be prepared to finally ride an elephant with me

she wanted me to bring her along to theodore's next get together. she can sit home. little brat.

you know how i feel about those. meanwhile i'll be planning a nice weekend in athens.

theo's aren't usually that great anyway but don't mention that to him. maybe you could just tell her that i'm flattered but i'm not into the idea of actually dating

india will be delightful. gorgeous scarves and delicious food and elephant rides.

he tries, the poor thing, but he's just so quiet. and of course you can't date, i'm more than you can handle

doesn't indian food have a lot of curry and spices? at least it'll smell interesting

if he would just accept my advice, but no. for being so quiet he's a stubborn arse. and you have a point. you're more than almost all of us can handle, but keep in mind that father threatened arranged marriage again last week

i'll marry you, there we go. solves all our problems. you can sleep with whomever you like, as long as we can be fabulous together a few times a week. your father loves me.

the problem with that is that half of the population won't sleep with a married man...or a married woman so you miss out as well. my father loves you much more than he ever loved pansy. personal victory?

so we'll just have a dramatically long engagement. four to five years while you find yourself and i can travel the world. then we can settle down and you can shag the other half of the population.

who really loves pansy except for the people she buys things for. if she had been smart, she would have bought your father another peacock.

could work, so long as eventually somehow i end up with an heir or something. ughhh daph i don't want to talk about growing up anymore

i liked her when we dated for a while, doesn't that count? don't mock dad and his peacocks. swear he loves the stupid bird more than me sometimes

we're supposed to already be grown up, love. god we're so old.

you liked her because she pet your head and shagged you when we were thirteen. harlot. also do you forget i bought your father a peacock last christmas? he looked like he was going to cry

la. la. la. i can't hear you.

well yes there is that. can you blame me? no i remember. he allows this one in the manor sometimes.

speaking of bought. latte?

we are clearly meant to be together. your father is so darling

in the cab, on my way. didn't want to risk apparating with coffee

love, i think you're the only person who could get away with calling my father darling

knew you were a bright girl. apparating with coffee would more than likely end with it spilling on one of us or the bed

this is what i'm saying. no one else can fill my shoes

i'm more than happy to spill onto the bed, but let's leave the coffee out of it

it helps that i haven't felt the need to try and replace you anyway

...can i at least have the coffee first?

i am so crushed that you would even entertain the thought that i am just going to drink all of this coffee before i even see you.

sob sob sob

if i believed in typing acronyms i'd type 'lol' right now. on a more serious note don't you dare or i'm not taking off my toga

we are not muggles so don't even say such a thing. and i don't really want to, so you're in luck

do you see why i need the caffeine? and good, then you're also in luck. and maybe more luck later

you're a tease
and i swear this cabbie is the slowest driver in the entire continent

you love it
mmm. ridiculous, tell him you're making a housecall and you'll be punished if you're not there in the next five minutes. or something

you know i love you, darling
but i am not a strumpet and i do not do housecalls

i didn't say that you do, but the driver doesn't have to know that

you should have seen the look on his face
he might give me the cab for free in exchange for my number

told you it was a brilliant plan. give him millicent's and you're in good shape

gave him gregory's