Reply To: The Hoards of Sanctorum AD26

Perspicacious as she undoubtedly was, Mrs Fennel decisively turned on her heel and marched (as well as she could with her arthritic hip) out of the room with the tray of tea and Karstic Rock Cakes, and limped off in the direction of the kitchen.  If they want tea and cakes, they can come to the kitchen. Mars F always kept her kitchen streamlined, orderly and uncluttered for maximum efficiency.

The retreating aroma of freshy baked muffins animated Spirius sufficiently for him to hasten after the  refreshment laden maid of all work, and take the tray off her.

Mrs Fennel smirked, rubbing her hands on her apron as if to remove the jumbled derangement from her capable hands.

When Yvoise was perusing the transcription of the security and posterity camera recording later, prior to filing it, she noticed Mars F, and wondered. What could it mean?