<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>Kitchen, outside Ella's room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ella, Georgiana<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>thinking about dusting<br/><hr/><br/>Archie turned, slightly dazed, he really needed a vitamin. “Oh phantom of my heart.” He smiled as he leaned into Georgiana. “Might I inquire as to what day this is? I feel it is the day to dust my chambers..”<br/><br/>He turned to Ella, a smile coming to his lips as he pointed his finger, was he intoxicated? Was that is issue at this hour of the day? Certainly not, for he had drank nothing since dinner the night before. “Pray..be a gem and dust my chambers as well. I fear webs and such and well leave the spiders, but no webs..thank you...” He waved his hand in a most irregular fashion and simply walked away.