Alcohol and then coffee. Well, that explained a lot. "Oh, well, I'm no stranger to night like that myself. At least you didn't steal a policeman's helmet, eh what?" he asked, regaining a semblance of his usual joviality, plunging on whether Lexi looked like she had the faintest notion what he was talking about or not.
"Well, since there's no chance of Tuppy or Bingo popping out from behind the furniture and enjoying a hearty chuckle at the expense of yours truly, I suppose I'd better toddle along with you to this complex of yours. Show the proper spirit, Code of the Woosters and all that," he said, not sounding all that convinced.
As Bertie dusted off his trousers and straightened up his tie, a thought struck him. "Do tell me, have they given up on this Prohibition wheeze? Because I could do with a whiskey and soda that's only got a nodding acquaintance with the soda end of things, if you know what I mean, and I'd rather prefer if the stuff wasn't made in a bathtub!"