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In the basement, Sunshine is sleeping in the pool, her tentacles rippling now and again, as if she were caught in the throes of a particularly disturbing dream.

Drusilla is upstairs in her office, arranging her papers and humming softly to herself. She seems excited, her eyes gleaming in anticipation, and suddenly she lifts her head as if hearing a sound. "They're coming to tea," she says. "What shall we do if we run low on biscuits?"