Charles Grey's titles don't fit in this box. (shadefifty) wrote in rp_clue,
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean, darling," Charles said, with a wave of his hand. "I'd hoped for so many things from this holiday, but I dare say 'time to practise my breaststroke in the hotel pool' ranked a fair sight below the sights of the Patagonian wild."
He glanced down at the menu in front of him and then flipped it shut. Charles was the type to ask the server to bring out their personal favourites, and he hadn't been disappointed yet on this trip. Even if one of the servers had been Irish. "What about you, my American friend?" he asked, looking at Alex appraisingly. "I don't suppose a murder investigation was exactly what you had in mind either."