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[Sorry, K. Alfie comes out of the kitchen, two hot cups of tea in hand, and sets one down in front of him. Alfie's hand is trembling, just slightly.]
Well, you might ask Royce, as well; perhaps he has something. But we've got stiff upper lips, us.