<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Archie_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside Ella's room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>When:</strong>About Noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Conversing<br/><hr/><br/>Archie smiled.<strong>“Well aren't we a hodge-podge of hodge-podginess.”  </strong>He laughed as he leaned against the wall.<strong>“What is your name? And you may call me Lord Greymore or miLord, I am not a Duke, though the though is rather nice.”  </strong><br/><br/>He watched what he guessed was fidgeting or slight discomfort.<strong> “Can you cook?”  </strong>He looked about the room.<strong>“And I am looking for a little glass bottle..has pills in it, have you seen it?”  </strong>