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[the_old_bean]

Bertie is in an excellent mood.

For one thing, Jeeves has worked a bloody miracle, and his latest matrimonial scare has been most satisfactorily resolved in a way that didn't involve Bertie ending up at, or indeed anywhere near, a nuptial altar.

For another thing, he's discovered the piano.

This may or may not be good news for the other patrons of Milliways. Either way, there's a Wooster, dressed for dinner, sitting at the piano, playing rather enthusiastically. He's no Cab Calloway, but he does his best.

He could, perhaps, use a little help with the call and response bits.



tiny-and-arguably-musical!tag: Bertram Wilberforce Wooster

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[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"How are you doing?" she asks, motioning towards the piano. "Oh, and please, don't stop on my account."

[the_old_bean]

"I'm bally well perfect," Bertie says, fingers tickling at the keys again. "I've had a marvelous day.

"How about you? Everything peachy keen at the sickhouse?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"If by peachy you mean 'disaster' and by keen you mean 'chaotic', then yes, I guess it would be peachy keen indeed."

Cuddy grins slightly. Okay, so she might be exaggerating, but it's only the middle of the day. There's still time for things to spiral out of control.

[the_old_bean]

"Sounds like a bloody mess," Bertie says, frowning. "Anything I could do to help?"

[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

"For starters," Cuddy says, "you can keep playing. It's a good distraction."

[the_old_bean]

"As you wish," Bertie says, obviously pleased she enjoys his playing. "Any requests?" He's still distractedly playing as he speaks. His piano playing is considerably more enjoyable when he's not singing along.