You are a cruel, cruel lady torturing me in this manner! I'm really looking forward to the great meeting of minds! I wonder what the collective IQ of the room would be? Loving this fic!
P.S. I'm Scottish and thought I should say that from another discussion in the last Inevitable Commentary Comments that wee is small and twee is how I would describe my granny's cardie or a pink foral wallpaper belonging to the Dot Cottons of the world.