Date: 2007-03-23 06:48 am (UTC)
"If I'm paying ninety quid for dinner, I care if there's wrinkled tablecloths. And they're cotton. It's not just going to be a stray wrinkle here or there. Whatever. Means I have an iron," said Crowley. That ought to help explain why he always looked put together, even when others were bathing and washing their clothes in the lake.

He shrugged. "Looked like the park was messing with that robot thing. Kept shooting water at it. Weirdest thing. Funny as hell, though."
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