More marble, pink and green, black and white. Silk and satin and brocade chairs. Fresh flowers in silver bowls, faux-lakes that gleamed. Crystal swans sailing among them. Mountains of hothouse fruit, peaches and grapes and strawberries. Soups and jellies and a roast and—
Henry stopped. Stared more intently at the jellies. Those weren’t shaped like—deliberately like—
“Oh, they are,” Theo said. “The phalluses and the pairs of breasts. Never let it be said that my brother’s not equally appreciative of both.”
“Good lord.”
“Considering some of Clarence’s previous efforts, this is tame in comparison. No naked beauties serving as serving-dishes, this time.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
“It was extremely unsanitary.”
Henry choked on a laugh. Theo, his Theo: evaluating cleanliness while attending
