In which Greenheel and Lucius discuss stew, and Rosamund collapses in hysterics.
22:58 < ProfGreenheel> there were umm. *goes bright red* 3 men, a goat and some radished
22:58 < Rosamund> ?!
22:58 * Rosamund just stares at ProfGreenheel
22:58 < Lucius> Sounds like a rural dinner to me.
22:59 < ProfGreenheel> ! That's obscene!
22:59 < Lucius> All you need now is a campfire and a large stewpot.
22:59 < Rosamund> ProfGreenheel: I don't wish to know. There are so very, very many levels on which I neither wish nor need to know.
23:00 < ProfGreenheel> lucius! I thought you were a man of honour integrity and good taste!
23:00 < ProfGreenheel> rosamund, but you were tellign me to research such things not 5 minutes ago
23:00 < Lucius> I am, and I certainly prefer lamb to goat.
23:00 < ProfGreenheel> .....
23:01 < Lucius> also radishes aren't really my thing
23:01 < ProfGreenheel> my good sir I do beleive you may be somewhat perverted
23:01 < Lucius> More of a carrots and parsnips man myself.
23:02 * ProfGreenheel looks liek she is seeing lucius in a new light, and looks quite horrified
23:02 * Rosamund is visibly torn between being hideously embarrassed, and hysterical laughter
23:02 < ProfGreenheel> lucius! what would nell think?!
23:02 < Lucius> She'd think it needed more herbs.
23:03 * Rosamund breaks down and starts laughing hysterically
23:03 < ProfGreenheel> ...but... I thought you were a sensible couple!
23:07 < Rosamund> *starts coughing from laughing too much, is still laughing*
23:07 * Rachel looks up in terror and returns to reading
23:07 < ProfGreenheel> but... why?
23:08 < Lucius> Because lamb stew is tasty?
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> ....
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> ...
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> sir... you need councelling
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> you eat it afterwards?!
23:08 < Lucius> Why else does one make stew?
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> ...most people would not make stew in such a perverse manner!
23:08 < Lucius> I don't know how you make stew, but I tend to use a large pot.
23:08 < ProfGreenheel> ....
23:11 < ProfGreenheel> .....
23:11 * ProfGreenheel goes very very pale
23:11 * Rosamund is crying with laughter, coughing, and failing at breathing generally
23:11 < Lucius> ...are you all right there, Rosamund?
23:11 * Rosamund nods
23:11 < Lucius> Good, good.
23:11 < Lucius> I have to admit, though, Nell's a better cook than I am.
23:11 * Rosamund calms down a bit, then looks at Lucius and dissolves into giggles again
23:11 < ProfGreenheel> ....that is a most disturbing euphamism
23:11 < Lucius> ...
23:11 < Lucius> You're thinking of something completely different, aren't you?
23:11 < Lucius> *I'm* talking about making stew.
23:11 < ProfGreenheel> I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING!
23:12 * Rosamund has her face behind her hands and is whispering breathlessly to herself
23:13 < Rosamund> *lowers hands*
23:13 < Rosamund> (whisper) Calm. And breathing. Yes.
23:15 * Rosamund catches ProfGreenheel's eye and dissolves into a mixture of giggling and coughing again
23:15 * Rachel looks up
23:15 < Rosamund> Oh gods
23:15 < Rosamund> ... the images
23:15 < ProfGreenheel> ...right, I sincerely hope you have recorded all these "activities" for research purposes
23:16 < ProfGreenheel> and have them in a neatly filed order
23:16 < Rachel> I still don't want to know whats going on but Rosamund please don't die I don't want to have to explain it
23:16 < Lucius> ProfGreenheel: ...who, me?
23:16 < ProfGreenheel> yes you!
23:16 < Lucius> Hm. I don't know whether Nell keeps a recipe book...
23:17 < ProfGreenheel> is that what you call it these days?!
23:18 * ProfGreenheel is trembling slightly
23:22 < ProfGreenheel> I need another drink