Since the impromptu fondue-and-Jane Austen dinner had gone so well on Sunday, hostess-with-the-mostess princessmei invited people over for impromptu grilling-and-Jane Austen tonight. S&S instead of _Emma_ this time. Megs did up the rest of the sirloin (which we definitively determined was pork instead of the beef it was sold as, but it was still tasty), katchoo_too did up some chicken, broccoli, and potatoes, and I supplied garlic shrimp and a cake. Drew did the grilling, saint that he is, and lucianus came along too.
"He's not Colin Firth, but he'll do", as Aelfsciene said as Alan Rickman hove into view. He broods nearly as well, and he has an even lovelier voice. Mmm. Can read poetry to me anyday. Can read the phone book to me any day. Evil!Megs however disrupted my lovely 19th century reverie with lewd commentary during the touching Elinor with Marianne on her sick bed scene, forcing me to envision Jane Austen slash. Bad Megs.