“My Young Master, it is simply a matter of everything being in the correct quality at the correct time. Perhaps letting Lady Elizabeth pick out the caterer for the Baron's visit was not the best idea. While I'm sure she found the sugar bunny and swan puffs cute, they did not seem particularly distracting to the other team.

Nor I'm afraid to ours before the game judging on the amount of biting going on. Running into the stands to do some of your own might not have been the most proper move for a proper noble gentleman, but I am happy that you seem to be making progress towards learning the skills needed to be a champion in this sport. . .slow as the progress may be.

By the way, the Flinconshire equipment manager has asked us to check and see if Grelle took one their backup chainsaws to add to her collection. Have to check on that one.

Speaking of chainsaws, please do not concern yourself with apparently fatal wound I took from one in the match. Not only was the apothecary more competent than expected, but if I couldn't come back from a seemingly fatal chainsaw wound, then what sort of a butler would I be?

. . . after all, you can ask Grelle.

His Butler: Entertaining Guests

You see we're simply one hell of a bloodbowl team.”