32. Choke
"Here Bertie!"
I winced slightly at the shrill quality of Ms. Bassett's voice. Approaching the table with a lively gait she placed a bowl of… something, in front of my master. She had cornered me earlier and insisted that she would be the one procuring food for Mr. Wooster this evening.
What was I to do?
"Ah! Well. Yes. Um. Carrying on."
Trembling slightly, Mr. Wooster took a spoonful of the… ahem, 'soup'…
And promptly spat it upon the floor.
"Bertie!"
"Oh! Ah… wonderful soup Madeline I uh… thought the buggy critters might like some."
"Bertie, how sweet!"
Smooth sir.