"Yes. Well, whatever they're called, I know that their ministry only allows them certain portions of whatever. Milk. Eggs. Flower. But since they don't know that there's any easier way things can be done, maybe they don't mind all that much? So long as it's all for the war effort." As lovely as all this was, he didn't come to London to sit in a pub all day. There were plenty of places in Wiltshire where that could have been done easily enough.
Abraxas smiled brightly. "I hate to rush you or anything, but do you feel like taking a walk out into the Alley? Might as well see for ourselves that the whole place hasn't been leveled."
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