My mum described this Quirk as "cute", so I'm satisfied.
Mother's opinions are very important. That is all the intro I need.
Time for Treason
Casper swallowed against the sticky dryness in his mouth, and flicked his eyes open to a view of the ceiling in the gardeners’ winter storage shed. Huh. At least it wasn’t one of the back guest rooms again. Or the third wine cellar.
The third wine cellar had mould. Which he’d been informed of previously, but the joys of first-hand experience were something quite different.
“We can’t just walk him out of his own fancy do, though, can we. So we just wait here until—”
There was a horrible prickling flavour mixed in with the flavour of the punch he’d drunk earlier. He coughed, closing his eyes for a moment in which to pull himself together. That… would explain why, although his head throbbed, there didn’t seem to be any injuries. A good thing, too, as he’d been informed that he couldn’t afford to lose any more wits to blows to the head. Still. To drug a man’s drink was hardly a pleasant start to a kidnapping.
There was a scuffling from somewhere behind his head. “No, he’s awake—I have to—where did you put the mask, you fools—”