[There's a long pause; she really isn't in the mood to be anyone's Cassandra, even if Archie believes her. But at the same time, she can't just drop a bombshell like that one and refuse to give him the details. When she does speak, it's somberly.]
Flying Colours. Or maybe Ship of the Line, I can never remember which. Dunno I really ought to tell you exactly how it goes down. [After all, Archie, it's not your foot.]
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Flying Colours. Or maybe Ship of the Line, I can never remember which. Dunno I really ought to tell you exactly how it goes down. [After all, Archie, it's not your foot.]