" Really, was everyone aboard this ship slightly mad? Much of Arsenic's initial conversation with the decklings was beginning to make sense. All the crew seemed, in a word, eccentric.
Mr. Tarabotti smiled. "Too late, little cousin. I stay here. You done almost? You maybe do not wish late, no? Your father, he will throw a fop."
Miss Tunstell said, "Throw a fit, I think you mean, Rodrigo."
"Si?"
"Yes. He is a fop, but he throws a fit."
The captain interrupted, "Yes yes. Soon. But this is more important."
"Si?" Mr Tarabotti shrugged and left. He said something in Italian to someone waiting in the hallway as he closed the door.
Arsenic turned to look curiously at the cheerful captain. "He tried to kill you?"
"Obviously he wasn't successful."
Arsenic nodded. Obviously. "My mother would say that shows a lack of follow-through."
The captain grinned. "Your mother sounds logical."
Miss Tunstell added, although not critically, "And a little bloodthirsty."
It was a fair assessment. "You've no idea," replied Arsenic, because it seemed they really didn't.
The captain wrinkled her nose. "Old cousin Roddy there is not so bad. He's been reformed through excessive reading. Percy was in charge of extensive literary recuperation efforts."
Arsenic smiled at Professor Tunstell, not quite sure what to make of this explanation, but knowing that books could be good medicine.
The man dipped his head and blushed.
The two ladies looked at him as if he'd done the most unusual thing ever. "
― Gail Carriger , Reticence (The Custard Protocol #4)
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Miss Tunstell said, "Throw a fit, I think you mean, Rodrigo."
"Si?"
"Yes. He is a fop, but he throws a fit."
The captain interrupted, "Yes yes. Soon. But this is more important."
"Si?" Mr Tarabotti shrugged and left. He said something in Italian to someone waiting in the hallway as he closed the door.
Arsenic turned to look curiously at the cheerful captain. "He tried to kill you?"
"Obviously he wasn't successful."
Arsenic nodded. Obviously. "My mother would say that shows a lack of follow-through."
The captain grinned. "Your mother sounds logical."
Miss Tunstell added, although not critically, "And a little bloodthirsty."
It was a fair assessment. "You've no idea," replied Arsenic, because it seemed they really didn't.
The captain wrinkled her nose. "Old cousin Roddy there is not so bad. He's been reformed through excessive reading. Percy was in charge of extensive literary recuperation efforts."
Arsenic smiled at Professor Tunstell, not quite sure what to make of this explanation, but knowing that books could be good medicine.
The man dipped his head and blushed.
The two ladies looked at him as if he'd done the most unusual thing ever." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>