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I was inspired towards another Nertz to You, Joss Whedon fic - only I'm not quite sure what it is. Comedy, maybe? Probably one of those strange comedies on BBC Three where you can't quite work out whether it's funny or not. Hope it's in some way entertaining...! (And please do tell me where and why my German's wrong.)
Nothing deserving an AO3 warning, nor a rating higher than G. Approaching 700 words.
Vevvy's Bad Week.
Vevvy Chetwynd-Hughes was playing Plants vs. Zombies when her iPhone rang. Sleeping on the bunk below, Mummy mumbled something as the train rumbled on, but she didn’t seem to wake up.
All the same, Vevvy answered the phone cautiously with a whisper, “Hello?”
Sounding like she was in a club somewhere, Milly nevertheless greeted her brightly back – “Hello, Vevvy! How are the hols?” And then she was carrying on, “Now, I have to be quick, because I’m having cocktails with the Westminster set, but I was wondering how you’d feel about going up to Shropshire next week? Evelyn has an open house and he told me to mention it, because, well, I think we all remember how much you love the quad bikes...”
Her tone was sly, and it was true that last time Vevvy had got rather worse for wear and driven one into the orchard fence; but that she loved them still held true… “Oh, Milly, that would be wonderful,” she began, “but, the thing is - ” Sigh. “I’m actually in Germany at the moment. Or possibly Austria; we just set off from Munich.” The train shook over another bump on the line. “Daddy loaned the house to some Americans for a while – I think they might be shooting a movie, or having some sort of Poirot-inspired Murder Mystery party – so Mummy and I took a little holiday... We’ll be in Rome in the morning.”
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Nothing deserving an AO3 warning, nor a rating higher than G. Approaching 700 words.
Vevvy's Bad Week.
Vevvy Chetwynd-Hughes was playing Plants vs. Zombies when her iPhone rang. Sleeping on the bunk below, Mummy mumbled something as the train rumbled on, but she didn’t seem to wake up.
All the same, Vevvy answered the phone cautiously with a whisper, “Hello?”
Sounding like she was in a club somewhere, Milly nevertheless greeted her brightly back – “Hello, Vevvy! How are the hols?” And then she was carrying on, “Now, I have to be quick, because I’m having cocktails with the Westminster set, but I was wondering how you’d feel about going up to Shropshire next week? Evelyn has an open house and he told me to mention it, because, well, I think we all remember how much you love the quad bikes...”
Her tone was sly, and it was true that last time Vevvy had got rather worse for wear and driven one into the orchard fence; but that she loved them still held true… “Oh, Milly, that would be wonderful,” she began, “but, the thing is - ” Sigh. “I’m actually in Germany at the moment. Or possibly Austria; we just set off from Munich.” The train shook over another bump on the line. “Daddy loaned the house to some Americans for a while – I think they might be shooting a movie, or having some sort of Poirot-inspired Murder Mystery party – so Mummy and I took a little holiday... We’ll be in Rome in the morning.”
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