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Butler:
[Morning after Charlie's wedding in the breakfast room with Archie's squadron in various form of hangovers. Butler walks over to Robbie's sleeping form on the dining table, pulls him up, removes a plate, and let's him drop tp the table, awaking Archie] Squadron-Leader. Have you eaten, sir?

Archie Bunting:
[Groggily] What? No...

Butler:
Can I get you something, sir? Fried egg? Bacon? Black pudding?

Archie Bunting:
No. Nothing. Thank you. Nothing.

[Butler turns to food, and prepares something]

Archie Bunting:
Umm, how did last night's reception go? Did everyone enjoy themselves?

Butler:
Well, you seemed to be having a wonderful time, sir. Brought a certain, uh, spirit and flair to the occasion. Everyone remarked upon it.

Archie Bunting:
[Worried] Oh no. What about Charlie? I didn't upset or offend him, did I?

Butler:
Well, I couldn't say, sir. After you challenged him to a drinking contest, it was rather difficult to gauge his exact mood, sir.

Archie Bunting:
A drinking contest?

Butler:
Yes. Apparently it's an ancient tradition within your squadron. It was started, umm, what?

[pauses to think]

Butler:
All about a year ago. Needless to say, Master Charles lost.

[Archie, embarrassed, nods and looks down]

Butler:
The other members of your squadron, carried him from the marquee, howling his unconscious form above their heads in a simple but rather touching ceremony. Reminiscent to some long-forgotten Nordic ritual. Simply cried out I thought for a longboat and half a dozen Valkyries and we could have been back at the old Royal Opera House, Vienna. Have you seen Wagner's 'Gotterdammerung', sir?

Archie Bunting:
No.

Butler:
No, me neither. Thought I did see 'Fasswaller' once at the Finsbury Park Empire.

Archie Bunting:
What about the bride?

Butler:
I didn't spot her, sir. But there was a rather large audience.

[Walks over to Robbie, pulls him up and puts a plate of food before him. Robbie's sleeping form begins to drop, Butler pulls him up by the shoulder]

Archie Bunting:
No, I meant, did I offend her?

Butler:
[pauses, looks around, thinking] Yes.

[Archie nods and looks pained. Telephone rings]

Butler:
Excuse me, sir, that may be the telephone.

[Taps Robbie on the shoulder who wakes up, surprised and momentarily confused seeing food before him]