to have forgotten what went with frangipan?

[Hullygully]

Skips prettily about the vast empty potentiality of the empty Hall and awaits.

Crinolines dear gel, crinolines!

Damn and tarnation, that was they. Pother and teasel my old forgetfulness.

In fact you could put that in your window instead of the usual dull Michelin stars: IPOAT Approved.

You freaking weirdos.

And I quite overlooked the welcome albeit part return of the dear Captain. Dashing as ever despite his many lackings.

Alors! We are snowed in! A wedding, I 'ear you say? Maginifique! Allow me to offer m spare caviar and champagne for the breakfast feast!

I agree with bibbity.

That is most uncalled for Mistress Bibs. I fear you need to spend a spell with the minister in silent inner search.

All things noble go with me. Do you have anything noble to hand?

A wedding! But who is to wed whom? I fear we failed to end the other thread in our customary mass nuptials. Is this an overspill? And why not? To start is perchance to er, commence in a sprightly and hopeful manner, light of foot and roving of eye.

The minster has had his willow rods soaking ready for just such an occasion.

I have some noble gases, O NobleFrang.

I have searched my reticule but can proffer little of true nobility, save a sock once worn by our fine and putative monarch in waiting, dear Charles les Oreilles Magnifiques.

That was merely the ghost of weddings past, Hullster. I am sad mot to have wed at the end of t'other thread, though.

My sock is not perhaps up to scratch. It is strangely worn and sad. I do hope th eminister with the soaking rods will happen by later. It has been many a long time ere I enjoyed the beneficence of the cloth.

désolée, Umami. The saddest mot of all. Or is it the hardest.

I will accept and adorn myself with your noble sock, Mistress Hully. The gases may be too subtle a decoration to be understood by the masses.

Ah. I see the sock is no longer available. My lack of adornment now troubles me.

Fret not! You shall be wreathed in gases. You shall be a wraith, a spirit an airy being of gauze and uncertain presence. Till provoke much wonderment and adoration.

Dear Hully, dear, dear Hully. You are a comfort. I fear my gassy cloak may dissipate all too quickly, however, leaving me a very brief wonder, and then adorned only in briefs.

I have a Nobel Prize - would that serve?

Is it big enough to cover my modesty? I have a rather, ahem, generous modesty.

We can do things of alchemy, physic and chemistry as I see in ds's wondrous texts that contain secrets of change and metamorpohoses from state to state. Hast anyone a flat bottomed flask and a bunsen burner?