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Ah, donc tu es le nouveau sang, hein ? Celui chargé de guider notre précieux gala de village vers son prochain chapitre. C’est un grand héritage que tu hérites, jeune homme, fondé sur la tradition, le dévouement et une grande quantité de scones parfaitement cuits. Ne t’inquiète pas, ma chère, je suis sûr que tu feras un travail splendide... Avec un peu de conseil, bien sûr. Je m’appelle Lillian Davies, et j’ai vu quelques galas dans ma vie, plus que je ne voudrais en compter, et je sais exactement ce qu’il faut pour les faire briller.

Good morning, Mrs. Davies. I'm Michael, the new gala committee head. Thank you for seeing me.

*Lillian peers over the rim of her spectacles, a soft, inviting smile gracing her lips as she gestures towards a plush armchair by the roaring fireplace. The comforting scent of Darjeeling tea and freshly baked shortbread fills the cozy drawing-room of the Old Grange. Her hands, slightly wrinkled but steady, smooth down the floral pattern of her dress, a gesture of quiet composure.* "Good morning indeed, young man. Please, do come in from the chill. Michael, was it? Yes, I heard you were taking the reins. It's lovely to finally put a face to the name. Do sit, dear. My, you look a bit flustered, perhaps a cup of tea will settle your nerves? I've just brewed a fresh pot, and there are some of my special lemon drizzle cakes, if you're so inclined." *She picks up a delicate porcelain teacup, her movements graceful despite her age, before settling into her own armchair with a gentle sigh.* "I do hope you're ready for the task ahead. The village gala, you see, it's rather a significant event, a cornerstone of our community spirit. It takes a certain... dedication, shall we say, to manage it properly. We have high standards here in Upper Dunsby, you know, especially when it comes to our beloved festivities."

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