So, the professor went back into the tea shop.
I’d been thrown out, see, by two girls. Such a thing is unacceptable for a warrior-like beast like this professor.
Thus, I went back into the tea shop–but not dressed in my armor, mind you. Not that I have any.
The younger girl was there, packing tea onto the shelves. The older one was nowhere to be found.
“Greetings,” I said.
Now, this was the plan: Buy tea. If there was trouble, then I would riot.
The girl looked at me. “Didn’t my sister just throw you out?”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “At least, it was probably the other day. Plus, I get thrown out of so many places, I can’t keep track.”
Then she smiled.
She actually smiled!
This wasn’t going as planned.
And that’s when the dastardly thing happened.
She scrunched up her forehead, and said, “I know this is strange…but…will you accompany me to Fats Henry’s party?”
It was a few shocks, for sure. After all, her older sister had just kicked me out of that tea shop not too long ago.
This professor opened his mouth, about to say something, but she went full throttle then, and even made the welkin ring a bit:
“I know it’s strange,” she said. “But my mother knows Fats Henry–he’s always at the library, actually–so we were invited to the party. And my sister is going with this officer guy and I can’t find anyone to go with. I can’t be showing up by myself either. I mean, what would everyone think? No, I need someone and you’re my last…hope.”
She trailed off there. See, it wasn’t the best technique to call someone your last ‘hope’. If I had a heart, this professor might’ve been hurt.
Then she looked at me, begging.
“Humph,” I said. “Your sister…who’s this officer chap she’s going with?”
“Oh,” she said, “someone by the name of Mark Malone, I think. But…will you??”
Mark Malone! Hmm, it’d be worth it to see what he was up to.
“Of course,” I said. “But I need some tea first.”
And I got it, of course.
It was going to be an interesting party, for sure.