At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Antony Tobias (to Charles): You don't need 'em all, do ya? Surely not.
Charles (to Antony): Yes. We do. You wouldn't be peeling them all if we didn't.
Antony (to Charles): Bloomin' 'ell...
Charles (to Antony): ...Yes. Quite. You know, if you'd stop getting in trouble, you wouldn't be in here peeling potatoes with me?
Antony (to Charles): Yeah? Makes me wonder what it is you've done wrong, Mister Turner.
Charles (to Antony): ...It's a long list. You're done. Thank you for your help.
A couple hours later:
George (to Fiona): Miss McGillivray, you're back! Any news?
Fiona (to George): Heh. All kinds. Hoping for dirt on Miss Locklear, are you?
George (to Fiona): A little… You can hardly blame me.
Fiona (to George): Heh. I can't at all. That father of hers is something else. Mum ran off. He left the family soon after. Seems the little miss managed to pay off her debt to Achilles somehow.
George (to Fiona): … So, she left the gang on her own? That can't be good.
Fiona (to George): Yeah. I didn't think so either. Seems I have more snooping to do. Learn anything yourself, miss?
George (to Fiona): Only that I don't like her, at all. She is incredibly disruptive, selfish and mean all disguised under her little Miss Troubled Girl act… Also, I don't think she's human.
Fiona (to George): No? ...What makes you say that?
George (to Fiona): I'm not sure. It's just a feeling that I get… Also, I swear I've seen her in a photo of the gang from awhile ago, looking the same way. I could be wrong, I guess.
Fiona (to George): ...Well. That's something to keep in mind. You've got good instincts, m'lass. And I've been around long enough to trust the folks with good instincts.
George (to Fiona): Heh. I thought for sure you were going to tell me I was being jealous & paranoid.
Fiona (to George): Heh. Might be. Doesn't mean you're wrong.
George (to Fiona): I'll keep that in mind.
Fiona (to George): Heh. Speaking of which... I believe Mr. Turner is in the kitchen at the moment. Alone.
George (to Fiona): … Oh? That's good to know. I could use some tea.
Fiona (to George): Good cuppa solves all sorts of problems.
George (to Fiona): Good night, Ms. McGillivray.
A short time later:
George (to Charles): Hi Charles, is it safe to come in?
Charles (to George): Oh! Mr. Fitzroy! Excuse me. I beg your pardon. I thought you were Tony trying to knick food again. It's safe.
George (to Charles): Good… I've been wanting to kiss you, all day.
Charles (to George): Heh. So I see... Hey, Wildcat.
George (to Charles): You're sexy when you're all covered in flour, Charlie.
Charles (to George): Wow. I must. Oh. Um, heh... Here. I know your birthday is coming up. I wasn't sure I would have time to make you summit... I mean, *something* later.
George (to Charles): Oh. You didn't have to do anything special for my birthday, Charles.
Charles (to George): I know. I wanted to do at least a little something for you... I didn't upset you?
George (to Charles): No, of course not. You're very sweet. Thank you.
Charles (to George): You're welcome. I knew I had to do it before any of the kids... Are you sure nothing is wrong?
George (to Charles): … Charles, how would a female someone go about paying off their debt to Achilles?
Charles (to George): Oh. Um... It depends on the girl.
George (to Charles): Yeah, that's what I thought… Somehow, Viola paid off her debt before she left the gang.
Charles (to George): ... Oh. She did? Wow. She did. Goddamn...
George (to Charles): … I don't think she's the same girl you knew, Charles. It's just a feeling I have.
Charles (to George): I don't suppose she would be after all that.
George (to Charles): That's not what I-- nevermind. Just be careful around her, okay?
Charles (to George): I was afraid you were going to say something like that. I will be.
George (to Charles): Good. Now, let me thank you properly for my present.
Charles (to George): ... I would like that. I would REALLY like that.
George (to Charles): C'mere.
