Retrieving Merrill Wilkinson

Objectively, Victor is clearly a Bad Boyfriend, but when you correct for the quirks of the lady in question, maybe not so much.

The only lead we have --

We have no lead!

I thought _Alice_ was a threat to Alice's social life.

Sophronia: You keep iron in your pockets!

Victor: Not this pocket -- only _this_ pocket!

It would be an invisible (illegible in my notes)

Archibald, Emile

What happens in the Kerberos Club -- very often spreads over the entire effing world -- but may stay in the Kerberos Club.

Somewhere we may be lost for some indeterminate amount of time -- Ireland

How are you going to explain going to Ireland?

(simultaneously): They're not!

Well, one has to be prepaed for all kinds of occasion.

Did you like it?

I made the storm, but that hardly constitutes blowing us off course!

And since Winston isn't here -- she will _tell_ you what they say about fairy men.

Fairy illusions are easy to pierce.

Hey!

It is true.

Martin will roll athletics!

Sad wet fairy.

I talked to Winston -- he said it was all right.

I make an illusionary letter. We're awful people!

17 worth of illusion -- she'll never talk to us again.

Angelina takes notes.

Victor stirs fog with a finger.

Alice: Sophronia, is it widdershins or deosil?

Sophronia: Widdershins.

Alice: Oh, yes, of course.

Victor guides Angelina -- holding her arm so she can continue writing notes.

As people seem to be paired off, Alice (illeg -- I think agrees to dance with Lord Mace? Stands next to him? Suggests they dance?)

3 things from Mars

And Merril might be needed to reach Mars

Gregory: Perhaps I _might_ have overreacted just a touch. (about the Creahador business)

Alice: I will write this down.

Somewhere between Date of Entry into Faerie and Whatever Date we Emerge from Faerie, Gregory Sage came the closest to an apology I have ever seen him come.

Gregory: I am quite sure that is neither fair nor true.

I'm afraid the house is going to be a little dirty -- well, you probably won't notice.

You know, if someone were to use our names against us, it would work on all of us _except_ Gregory.

Truce of a year and a day, and at least one interesting client.

Sophronia: A year and a day starting when we get out of Faerie!

Gregory (to Lord Mace): George! Remember! Don't eat _anything_!

Winter Solstice or New Year's Day, 1839 or 1840

Oh, I want to watch! I just want to see!

Alice! No!

Very well. I suppose you don't trust me enough.

That's _not_ why!

You can watch him make the saddle!

I suppose it will have to do.

Voyeurism

(about opening up Sophronia's clockwork anatomy so as to upgrade her. The saddle was for Martin the cat.)

(something illegible about noise and something big)

_Not_ that I am (something illegible)

Does anyone think we can make her _believe_ that? Because I think we can.