Percy gave the kind-looking dog a pat on her head while he continued his search. If the bottles were left out in the open wouldn't the cure be in plain sight as well? "Starbuck, like the fish-woman?" he asked out loud, to no one in particular.
"Callsign." He found himself repeating the word because he didn't understand its meaning. Perhaps it was used like the way he used the Pimpernel? A possibility. "Lovely to make your acquaintance, little Madame Thrace." Saying such a thing probably vexed her greatly, but Percy couldn't help himself. He looked under a nearby bush and stated proudly, "My name is Sir Percival Blakeney."
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Date: 2007-09-17 05:10 pm (UTC)"Callsign." He found himself repeating the word because he didn't understand its meaning. Perhaps it was used like the way he used the Pimpernel? A possibility. "Lovely to make your acquaintance, little Madame Thrace." Saying such a thing probably vexed her greatly, but Percy couldn't help himself. He looked under a nearby bush and stated proudly, "My name is Sir Percival Blakeney."