<br/><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 Price, open<br/><strong>When:</strong>About noon<br/><strong>What:</strong>Being buttered up<br/><hr/><br/>Archie smiled, he liked this young lass already. Not only was she cute, but she had spirit and moxy, it pleased him.<br/><br/>“I like you..what am I paying you? No matter..it's doubled.” He smiled as he slipped the bottle in his pocket. “You haven't by chance seen a young woman, little taller than you, pretty, like you.”<br/><br/>He looked about the room. “Sometimes I think I have made her up and I have lost my mind..”