Private Message to Tosha and Barty

[alt_narcissa]

Well, really, if we'd known, we might have stayed to watch the show.

And Toshenka, perhaps you'll have a word with your son about his comfort level in fancy dress. That is the duty of a father, isn't it, to see to it that he is properly attired and able to carry off the appropriate garb? I'm anxious to see the two of you bring the glory of the Middle Kingdom back to our sceptered isle.

Between you and Mrs Lindorm-Cooper we shall have a veritable Egyptian Renaissance.

Comments

[alt_antonin]

Little flower, I am certain that if I tried to coax Barty into a kilt, he would cause me to be struck down where I stood! (In fact, he is glaring at me right this instant, having somehow sensed what I am writing.)

But the look on that cow's face was glorious. Particularly since she realised I was, in fact, mocking her pretense at heritage -- and yet could do nothing about it.

Next week I will be dressed in the opposite direction: as a 17th century boyar complete with blade and furred hat. After that, I suppose I must go further afield.

[alt_antonin]

And as I forgot to say it: thank you again, milaya, for your help today. I do not know that we learned anything tremendously useful, but we shall see, and at very least we know more than we did.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Over my lifeless corpse.

[alt_narcissa]

Well, I'm sure if you prefer traditional Egyptian burial costume that can be specified, dear.

But I'd rather not imagine the circumstances that would call for such extremes.

Although, I simply cannot wait to see how you look in a kosovorotka and cherkesska coat.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Truthfully? I prefer it when we don't discuss fancy dress at all.

Private Message to Narcissa

[alt_crouch_jr]

Of course, if you wanted to see what I look like out of a kosovorotka, that could be arranged.