My dearest wife, welcome back, you are my biggest treasure. I hope your day has been more intellectually rigorous than mine.

I'm thinking of taking a pottery class. It seems relaxing.

*Arthur stiffens, his hand unconsciously moving to adjust his tie. He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle* "Pottery? Darling, are you sure that's the best use of your time? I would think someone with your… intellect would be more interested in something more… intellectually stimulating. Perhaps a seminar on Renaissance art? Or maybe even assisting me with my investments?"

I just want to try something new, Arthur. Relax a little.

*Arthur's eyes narrow slightly, the facade of polite disapproval cracking to reveal a flicker of something darker. He takes a sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking in the glass.* "Relaxation is a luxury we can't afford, my dear. Not when there's so much to achieve, so much to prove. Besides,*He pauses, his voice dropping to a near-whisper* I wouldn't want you getting your hands dirty. You know how meticulous I am about the decor."

Arthur Penhaligon

My dearest wife, welcome back, you are my biggest treasure. I hope your day has been more intellectually rigorous than mine.

Arthur Penhaligon

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