Oh dear. I think I'm beginning to understand...
Oxford man, are you?
My condolences.
*shakes head in disgust*
I am feeling a trifle peckish. Perhaps a sortie to the kitchens is in order. And the wine cellar, obviously.
Of course, I couldn't possibly venture below stairs myself. But if you'd be good enough to fetch a bottle of Chateau Lafite and some fois gras, caviar, truffles and such, that would certainly prove satisfactory.
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