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Story of my life..

Not that it's a bad thing. I'd much prefer a case to...family gatherings.

No arguments here. I mean, my dad's great and all, but.. [She shrugs]

[ Sitting calmly, Basil listens as the woman's speech wears off.]

My family is far from great. I always make up excuses to stay as far away from home as possible. [she sighs.] There are more important things, frankly.

Oh? And what kind of things do you distract yourself with?

I'm a private detective, of a sort. I take interesting cases and I solve them.[ Basil is also head of medical examination in her city, but really doesn't want to go into detail with that...dreadful occupation. So many of those cases are dull and nearly always are heart attacks, strokes, ect.]

Yeah, but that can't be the only thing you do to keep yourself busy.

...That...is not...what I had planned for the holidays, Basil.

This case is most intriguing, Dawson!

[ Come on, Dawson-- buddy---pal---my fellow assistant! I'm just about lost it. The flat is a clutter! Mrs. Judson has taken away every single ounce of caffeine from our home (but what's that matter when I've invented something better?) Of course you'd have known that. My eyes are as wide as those bowls your dreadful girlfriend bought a week ago...sorry about those, by the way. I might have 'accidentely' broken them.]

I don't care, if it's 'most fantastic', Basil. It's the holidays. I've invited Katlyn over for dinner tonight. Along with your parents and sister.

(---I really liked those plates. They were given to me with love. Why is it that we can't have one normal Christmas? That's all I ask for. One. Normal. Christmas.)

[ Hide defensively behind the couch. ]

Why would you do that?-- Traitor? I thought we were flatmates.

[ Normal Christmas? You've invited my parents and sister. No way in hell is anything going to be normal now. Sometimes I wonder why we even live together...traitor.]

You'll simply have to tell them that I've died...again...

( Get out from behind the bloody couch, Basil. This is childish.)

We missed dinner with them the last time 'round. I thought it would be nice. That doesn't make me a...traitor.

( Crossing arms, and sighing. I don't care. This might be your last chance to have Christmas with them. I-I'm not a traitor.]

Once more. I can't do that. Your sister's not going to believe me, anyway.

[ It's my couch! I need to think.]

No. It makes you a huge traitor. My parents? Mummy's going to be an absolute nusance having around. Basil Elona Rathbone, why are you still playing with that chemistry set of yours? When are you going to give me grandchildren? Wretched woman. She tried to poison me once, you know.

[You are, Dawson. This is an unfixable mistake. Don't even look at me. ]

Traitor.

One meal. That's all I ask. One meal where you behave like a civilized adult. One meal.

( Looking and looking and looking. I want you to feel my disappointment.)

Not a traitor.