<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I giggle at Peter's comment about being able to order two of anything.<br/><br/>"You were at the UN? Ooh, were you a spy, Peter? An International Man of Mystery darting from shadow to shadow, unnoticed by mere mortals? I could do that, I'm sure of it. There's a course right, boss?"<br/><br/>I blush at Jaclyn's praise, before sitting up straighter and trying to look noble. Bit odd, but just reinforces that Miss J is very rich!<br/><br/>"Oh, I wondered what those things were for. I do remember being told to fill in forms and that they'd magically disappear themselves from the computer, is that what you mean? I definitely recall getting the odd message about you from HQ, a Chase card? Oh, that makes more sense, it must have been Chase'd I'd heard occasionally, not, er, something else."<br/><br/>I pick up a glass, trying not to look at any disapproving look coming my way.<br/><br/>"To undiamonds then! I shall endeavour to remove any from your possession, and consider it my duty to do so. Oh, and dessert too! Definitely dessert!"<br/>