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ULYSSES:

“DORIAN. DORIAN, LISTEN to me. You’re not making any sense. I agree with the garnish, but serving it in the mouth of a bottle will not only look ridiculous, it will also be very difficult to eat and will put all our hard work of buttering and sprinkling the broccoli with oil to waste. We have to find some other way to be ridiculous without being too over-the-top. You understand me?”

“I UNDERSTAND, BUT HERE’S the thing, ‘lysses - these adults are not our parents. They can understand a bit of ridiculousness, but other than that, we’re woefully left to impress other adults with the most ridiculous of things. It’ll be hard to eat, but apparently, they’ll see it as cuisine raffinée, and we won’t blow our cover.”

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ULYSSES:

“SERVE THE BROCCOLI on the bottle? What, are you mad? Look, there’s… a slab of butter in the fridge. I don’t know how old it is, but I’m assuming it’s fine because it’s in there. We could butter the broccoli. Add a dash of oil. I think these are leftover spices of some kind. Er. We could add that later on in the plating. Check every cupboard.”

“NO, NO, EVERYTHING THAT they expect of us right now is ridiculous, so we’ll have to be ridiculous as well. Let’s get even worse, Ulysses - we’ll cook the broccoli properly, and then put the broccoli in the mouth of the bottle, and then serve it on the plate while we garnish the spices all over the bottom. We’ll serve it that way.”

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ULYSSES:

“WE’VE ONLY ABOUT half a bottle of olive oil left, but I think there’s still an unopened one somewhere in the cupboards. I might have made our resumes too convincing–‘literally cook from scratch.’ Sorry about that.”

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS - alright, let’s think. We take one piece of broccoli. We take some olive oil. We have to serve the broccoli on the BOTTLE of the olive oil on top of the plate.”

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ULYSSES:

“IT’S A FANCY restaurant. What were you expecting? A large steak?”

“THEY THINK WE’RE CHEFS. Cordon Bleu-trained chefs. All we have is a lone BROCCOLI to our name and we’re going to be serving this to the MAYOR. Ulysses, please, quick, how much olive oil do we have?”

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“THERE’S....ONLY ONE broccoli on this pan. Only one.”

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ULYSSES:

THEODORE SALLIS COULD scarcely remember when he had come to visit the Priestly mansion last, or how old he had been, or for what reasons his parents–for he could not have been old enough then to walk all the way from their home to Far- lane Avenue by himself–must have had for coming here. The maidservant, how- ever, seemed to know, and she seemed to know a great deal, claiming to have seen him when he was but a toddler, too young to go to school and too old to be anything smaller than a large boot. Theodore nod- ded along, polite enough to let her go on, but answering was not on his list of priori- ties so much as thinking about how in the world Priestly–and his family–could find their way around such an enormous home. He would have listened to the maidservant, but there was nothing about the things she was telling him that indicated she could provide him with information he did not al- ready know.

“ Oh, sir, you must forgive me. I do be- lieve I haven’t had the chance to tell you this, Master Sallis, and I must say, this is three or four years late, but I’m terrib- ly sorry about Mr and Mrs Sallis–shame about your parents, isn’t it? Quite a co- incidence too if I do say so myself, with Mr and Mrs Priestly’s disappearance, wouldn’t you say? It’s certainly had Mas- ter Priestly tearing his hair out in worry –oh! Do be careful with that statue over there; it’s a very important historical arti- fact, and we shan’t have any breakages– ”

Theodore tuned out at some point but was somewhat relieved when they finally arrived in Priestly’s study. Of course, he continued to condemn the lad for what he had done– for what he claimed he “had” to do–but there was no sense in turning back now that he was here.

“ Hello, Dorian, ” was all he said.

“YES, YES, hello,” said the young master of the house, obviously not wanting to waste any words. If he had heard any of the maidservant’s words before the two of them reached his study, he would have silently acknowledged the part where she had said that he was ‘tearing his hair out in worry’. The sudden disappearance of his parents left him in front of the door with a note in his hand, and not only was he worried, but he was at a loss on what to do. Everything came so suddenly -- first, he found himself summoning the family lawyer. Then, a third of the family fortune was bequeathed to him. Finally, he started looking left and right for possible clues as to whatever had happened to them to this day.

“My mother,” Arthur began, ignoring the cold reply that was given to him, “passed me this note upon leaving. I would like to ask if you’ve received anything at all from your parents, for the note that my mother gave me contained a code that expressed her will for me to INHERIT part of my family’s fortune immediately.”

It was written in cursive, as expected of a woman like Mrs. Priestly, and from the words that were written, it didn’t sound at all like a farewell note. At most, it sounded as if they were going off for a trip to the supermarket or a trip abroad, but her son obviously knew better. The question is, did the Sallises leave anything for their son?

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“OH, YOU’RE HERE,” was the phrase that Arthur Priestly had used upon seeing Theodore Sallis, and before that phrase was uttered, there were quite a few things that occurred from the front door of the Priestly Mansion all the way to the young master’s study. Before all that, however, it was Arthur himself who extended the invitation to Theodore in regards to coming to his house, and after all that, one of the mansion’s servants had to lead him from the rather vast hall up three flights of stairs, two left turns, one right turn, three doors to the left, all the way to the study. The servant herself was a chatterbox, in where she had recounted about how time flies by and how Theodore Sallis had grown from an infant to a teenage boy, but after all that, the servant had walked right into Arthur being busy with reading the newspaper.

His personal study was spacious, yet rather too big for a boy his age. A large window served as a rather good view, and it was used to illuminate the room with the sunlight on a bright Saturday morning. Portraits of stern men and women stared at the boy from the opposite wall, as if they expected him to upkeep his duties, and if they had any expectations at all, Arthur certainly lived up to them. His desk was organized, yet far from empty -- the newspaper that was previously in his hands lay open amidst memo pads, pens and books, and a calculator could be seen being used as a temporary paperweight for his mother’s note.

Numerous numbers that were too small for the naked eye littered the pages of the newspaper, indicating that the boy was reading about the stock exchange, thus Arthur ended up marking where he left off with a small check mark with his pen.

“Wonderful, hello there, chap!” he laughed, waving away the humoured servant as she closed the door before exiting the room. “Terribly sorry about that horrid incident -- I’m sure you know why I had to do it, but on another note, there’s something I ought to ask you.”

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