As Bertie stared around in hopeless confusion, his attention was caught by yet another bally oddly-dressed girl, this one bouncing towards him with a wide smile on her face and a decidedly worrying expression of enthusiasm. Being approached by enthusiastic females didn't tend to end well for Bertie Wooster.
He shook her hand automatically, blinking in confusion as she spoke to him entirely too quickly and definitely entirely too confusingly for him to make any sense at all of what she was saying.
"Bertram Wilderforce Wooster, good afternoon," he managed to say, perplexed, confused and bewildered, while the girl chattered on about Kansas and the twenties and apocalypse and coffee and modern kids and-
"Wait, wait, wait, dash it all!" he exclaimed when the confusion became to much for him. "What on earth do you mean, iced coffee?"