"There is always Pitt." Harry smiled slightly, "The man seems to have a habit of turning up everywhere. He knows far too much about what goes on, it isn't right for a politician." He smiled slightly, to show his words were in jest, although they were not all meant as such. Pitt did have a habit of sticking his nose where it did not belong.
"I think, Lady Gwendolyn, you are possibly the most qualified person here to talk about the treatment of the Irish." Harry says, taking a knife and deciding to cut the offending score in half. "After all, it is the British prerogative to mistreat all those they come across."
Harry nods, carefully picking up a half and biting into it, mindful of the cream and jam and creams. He managed not to dirty himself much at all, although he did reach for a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. "Was that acceptable, Lady Gwendolyn?"
I swear I replied to this. Maybe not. *goes crazy*