Lord Borr licked his lips as he thought. His forefinger and thumb rubbed rapidly over the top of the basket as Lord Borr tried to decide which cookie to eat next. "I don't know much about Louisiana," sounded horribly uncivilized, "and, no offense to your ole man because I think he's done a real good job on you, but HIT wizard is a bit - well, it doesn't take brains. If you know what I mean. Not like Wizengamot. Now that's a real goal there." Lord Borr settled for a toffee topped cookie and the set the entire thing on his tongue.


Another gas passing episode occurred, but where the last one lacked in smell, this one made up for it. Lord Borr took no notice. "I'm thinking you might be the right sort of chap to help me run this lounge. What do you say to that?"