"Pip pip cheerio and all that rot," Valentine replied in his best upper-crust British accent. He held his cup of tea with pinky crooked up, affecting a disdainful expression and trying not to just crack up laughing instead. It was a bit of a struggle.
"I say, you can't get a good cuppa this side of the pond. Americans - beastly lot. Haven't had a decent bit of tea since they dunked it in the harbor, shortly before their distasteful 'rebellion'. Well, bottoms up with the bathwater, then..."
He took a sip of the tea, and then smiled, his normal accent and expression returning in the process. "Mmm.... it's good!"
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:26 pm (UTC)"I say, you can't get a good cuppa this side of the pond. Americans - beastly lot. Haven't had a decent bit of tea since they dunked it in the harbor, shortly before their distasteful 'rebellion'. Well, bottoms up with the bathwater, then..."
He took a sip of the tea, and then smiled, his normal accent and expression returning in the process. "Mmm.... it's good!"