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It'd be such a small patch of cannabis, though. I could even pot it to put on the windowsill, and we could pretend it was a breed of basil.

I'm not really opposed to the idea of smoking it, or growing it- it is just that it doesn't seem smart to put it in your windowsill when people are always in and out. Who knows who might take offense.

Where should I grow it, then? It does, unfortunately, need some light. Otherwise I'd plant it in a closet.

Well, you just need a house outside of the castle. Problem solved. [He smirks.]

Easier said than done when you run the Castle.

I suppose I'll just have to speak to Maggie about it.

I guess so?

[No idea who Maggie is.]

Did-did the Bonfire thing go off well?

Oh, pretty well. The usual mishaps that can't be avoided.

[...Like butlers hiding in the kitchen.]

Not a big fan of glorified makeout parties?

Oh no. I can't say I've ever been a fan of fancy little get togethers like that.

But I am sure it was brilliant, all the same.

No one does a fancy little get together like us.

[Matter-of-fact because, well, it's true.]

It was absolutely brilliant. And I even managed to sneak off early, which makes it extra brilliant.

I wouldn't expect anything less from a Diamond.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that. Sneaking out is good for you.

I try to do it every now and again.

It rounds out to being just about daily, really.

I believe my rook will be just fine there.

[She has been playing since she was three, after all.]

Yes, well...it does complicate things just a little don't you think?

That was the idea.

[Still she studies the board. It never paid to rely 100 percent on gambits, tried and true though they were.]

Do you like it better in town?

Mm? Oh, yes. I mean, the whole having to get up and walk here is a bit rubbish, but no worse than anything in London.

And no, um...what is it they call their subway?

The Underground? Well, no you don't have one. But it really is a bit small for an Underground, don't you think?

No doubt. London is similar in size to Paris or Rome, correct? Maybe a bicycle?

To ride? No, I don't mind the walk, really.

[He moves a pawn forward.]

Walk versus fifteen extra minutes of sleep?

[Poor little pawn. Are you victim or hero or mere distraction?]

Mmm, I wouldn't get it even if I had the time.

[Oh no, not with Damion about. As for the pawn, well. He's never really been good at this game.]

Then by all means, walk. I'm a morning person myself, disgustingly chirpy I've been told, at least after I've had my first infusion of caffeine.

[Poor little thing looks lonely. Come, Pawn, join your captured brethren. Don't be scared of the big bad knight.]