Much more Greg-ness this time
Greg’s friends asked about Mycroft.
Of course, they didn’t call him Mycroft; he was “that posh pouf with the nice car.”
“What’s his deal, hm?” Nick jabbed Greg in the side with his elbow, teeth bared in an impish grin. “Learning you how to tell a salad fork from a dinner one? Like a proper pansy?”
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