“Talbot, really. Sophie-Anne is a very elegant lady.”

“Please! Nell Gwyn had more class.”

Sophie-Anne’s mouth falls open. “Don’t you dare compare me to that little—”
OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT ACTUALLY—

you did and I will never stop flailing, oh my god what is the world. The Doomed Ship Ficathon seriously has my heart forever, and this? Would be why.

Also this is hysterical, which I hope you know. THE BORSCHT.