<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Madison had found another activity and slipped off toward the bedrooms. Lady Beatrice noticed but it wasn’t her place to tell a grown woman what she could and should do.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice motioned to that nice looking scantly clothed young man with the blender to spin out another such drink.  She giggled and leaned to Lily her hand patting the girl’s.<br/><br/>“Yes he’s just like his father…” Beatrice replied to the last conversation without actually realizing another about something else had begun.<br/><br/>The effects of the Special Remedy could result in, short term memory loss, the giggles,  temporal displacement, a sudden violent allergic reaction to Kryptonite, or suddenly inable to tell if a man is telling the truth or a white lie.<br/><br/>At the moment Beatrice was suffering from a slight case of temporal displacement while it appeared that Lily had contracted a good case of the smoldering giggles with a late onset of memory loss.<br/><br/>Glasses were exchanged and the merriment increased.<br/><br/>“Oh my yes, New England did you say? Where abouts?  I have family in Canada,” and snickered unlady like.