[ooooooh Gertrude doesn't like that. She folds her arms, mouth immediately twisting into a scowl]
"What, Edward? A good boy like him? She has too many screws loose!"
"Now, my dear, she can't help herself. I don't know that she has any brain cells left to think with, what with all the hair spray she's clearly using. All those fumes; you understand." [gently. If the words were anything but what they were, it would sound honestly placating.]
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"What, Edward? A good boy like him? She has too many screws loose!"
"Now, my dear, she can't help herself. I don't know that she has any brain cells left to think with, what with all the hair spray she's clearly using. All those fumes; you understand." [gently. If the words were anything but what they were, it would sound honestly placating.]