Tea with Lady Dashington 2
'Now, you will ensure the vicinity receives many of the freebies,' said Saruviel to Lady Dashington, sipping on his tea.
'Why of course, Alexander,' replied Lady Dashington. 'It's a puzzle, though.'
Alexander Darvanius II the Archangel Saruviel of the Realm of Eternity put down his tea. 'Oh, and why is that?'
'The generosity. I can't really say I understand what you are driving at. Tis indeed a noble gesture, but why these particular figurines to such a specific location?'
'Oh, this and that reason,' replied Saruviel. 'You do know I am quite aged, and in our good deeds and works old angels can get funny. Peculiar, even.'
'Peculiar,' repeated Lady Dashington. 'I understand.'
'We all have our little eccentricities,' said Alatura. 'It's what makes the world go round, my dear.'
'I know what else makes the world go round,' said Alladain. 'Getting my frikking allowance on time.'
'Alladain! Language,' said Lady Dashington. 'We have company.'
'Drat!' replied Alladain. 'But why is my allowance late? I'll positively have to go to the bank and make an actual withdrawal of bonds or something.'
Alatura looked at his son. 'You were not paid on time?'
'No!' exclaimed Alladain.
Alatura looked at his wife. 'Well, I don't know,' she said. 'Oh, wait. Yes. Yes, I recall. That account is involved with a financial transaction at the moment. I was informed. It's just an accountancy issue, Alladain.'
'Here,' said Alatura, and took out his mobile device. He brought up his private account. 'A million be enough?'
'Should be for now,' said Alladain.
'There,' said Alatura. 'Done. It should be in now. We're on the same institution after all.'
'Thank you father,' replied Alladain. He looked at Saruviel. 'It is a bit weird, Sir Alexander. But I do suppose as we age we can get like that. Peculiar.'
'Indeed,' replied Saruviel.
'Will there be any other such generous donations?' queried Lady Dashington, eyebrow raised.
'Oh, no. Don't be silly,' replied Saruviel. 'I'm not that peculiar. Just an act of – generosity – as you say. Nothing more than that.'
'Of course,' replied Lady Dashington.
'Jolly good,' said Alatura, and winked at Saruviel. Saruviel smiled softly to himself, and sipped on his tea.
The End