"Helped?" he repeated, really not in the mood for this discussion. The war was behind them but yet some people still felt the need to let it seep into every facet of their lives. People just could not let things lie. "Start a petition. See how far it gets you. You have the family connections, after all."
He cleared his throat. "I'm here to find a cushion not debate alibis," he finally said. This was his day off. "There's plenty who will entertain whatever you're trying to start here, but I'm not one of them. So keep it to fabrics and cushions, or I'll go and try my luck with Bathsheba."
"Something that she pretends to hate but secretly loves," Edgar said as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world. "And winding a friend up is always worth the expense. Let's go for hot pink."