Ancient muse resurfaces for mun

[not_that_tie]

[Well, this was an odd situation, to say the least. Oddly familiar.]

Good evening, madam. Am I to understand you are the..."author" of my current state of existence? The Shakespeare to my Horatio?

[Something like that.]

I see.

[Jeeves adjusts his jacket and cuffs precisely.]

Very good, madam. Carry on, I shall attempt to follow.

Comments

[keep_my_promises]

It's refreshing to see someone with manners. Usually people come here and yell at their muns, sometimes with a dash of profanity for flavor. [She doesn't smile, because that's just not who she is, but the approval is in her voice.]

[not_that_tie]

[He smiles, tipping his bowler hat to the lady.]

Thank you, madam.

[keep_my_promises]

You're most welcome, sir. I hope your mun finds a place for you. It'd be a nice change from the general attitude of people here.

Ah, but where are my manners? My name is Ilse. Ilse Weissmuller. And you are?