Davina Bat flung open the cupboard and wailed. The others stared at her in puzzlement. Usually she was flinging herself into the cupboard while wailing. This was unprecedented. What could have disturbed her in the cupboard?
'My jar of goose grease has gone!'
Amelia looked at Constance who looked at Imogen.
'Goose grease?' Imogen asked. 'I didn't know you had any of that.'
'What do you use it for?' Asked Constance snappily.
'We can ask Mrs Tapioca,' Amelia interjected swiftly. Anything food related and it had to be Mrs Tapioca. The woman in question appeared when requested and nodded her confirmation.
'I used it for the roast potatoes for the Christmas meal' she explained. 'I make lovely potatoes crispy, delicious…'
'Yes yes thank you the roast potatoes were indeed wonderful' Amelia interrupted. Miss Bat wailed again.
'You could have labelled it with your name' said Constance snappily.
'Next time she will' murmured Amelia. 'We'll get you another jar, Davina.'
'But what is it for?' Asked Imogen, still none the wiser.
Davina stopped the cacophony and looked coy.
'Well, sometimes I lather myself up in goose grease…'
She giggled uncontrollably and wriggled lasciviously with delight. Amelia sighed. She looked at the other two and sighed again. Imogen was staring at Davina in shocked fascination. Constance looked revolted.
'Good grief Davina we really didn't need to know that' she said and turned back to sip her tea. Imogen adjusted her gaze to out of the window in the other direction. Dammit now she could never unknow that. Maybe Miss Hardbroom could dose her with a forgetting potion or something. They all needed some of that…