<strong>Tsade ~Clever girl</strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice remitted. Gloves on she turned back to the stove as she chatted casually.<br/><br/>She did not miss the nuisance, nor was she detoured. She had danced this dance before. Tongs in her mit as if she were about to remove someone’s kidney instead of moving a hot bun to a serving plate.<br/><br/>“The obvious to begin with. And would you like a cinnamon bun with that?”