"Fred!" Astra called over the sound of smashing crockery. "What on Earth
are you doing? And what's happened to your armour?"
Fred turned to face Astra. He did not seem to recognise her. "Armour? What armour? I'm getting rid of the dirty crockery, of course. If madam would like to take a seat, dinner will be served directly. The soup of the dsy is clam chowder."
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