Fan Service by Gail Carriger

Author:Gail Carriger [Carriger, Gail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944751227
Publisher: GAIL CARRIGER LLC

In Which We Solve All the Equations

Lady Maccon’s grand plan, as it turned out, was a massive gypsy caravan of some modern, technologically expansive design. She had it parked in the fields beyond the Woolsey lake. She’d apparently arranged everything with the hive, swinging her muhjah power about like a very big stick (or should one say parasol?). The pack dug it in and stabilized it in a pretty little meadow with silver birches around three sides and a view of the lake to the front. Lady Maccon, being practical, insisted on a vegetable garden, and the werewolves, being not as practical, thought flower boxes a wonderful idea.

The meadow was cheerful with the noises of birds. Bunnies appeared in the early morning, cotton tails twitching, although they fled as soon as they smelled wolf. Imogene noticed for the first time how little wildlife had been near the hive house. Vampires, she supposed, had a certain aura that prey animals would find oppressive. She understood the feeling entirely.

Biffy had decorated the caravan interior in fine style. It was quite spacious with a large bed, two small wardrobes, and a little pot-bellied stove. It even boasted a tiny desk-meets-dining-table in the kitchen area and a few shelves for Imogene’s book collection. (Which only amounted to two, but Imogene had big dreams.)

Imogene loved it. The stove was perfect for both cooking and warmth, and there were Carcel lamps for light at night. A number of knobs and levers allowed most of the larger pieces of furniture to shift about as needed – so the bed might flip up, or the stove rotate away, or the table convert into a bench. All in all, it was more luxurious (and adaptive) than anything Imogene had ever occupied.

The night was full of quiet owl noises and the rustle of wind through the trees. The big bed felt empty, and Imogene couldn’t help picturing Genevieve nestled next to her, but she slept soundly despite the lack.

The next day, Imogene returned to work in the potting shed.

Genevieve was clearly delighted to see her. Possibly because the laboratory was in utter chaos.

How has everything gotten so messy? I’ve only been gone a week!

“Oh, thank heavens you are back. I cannot find anything!” The inventor sounded casual, but her green eyes traced every part of Imogene’s face.

Worryingly, Genevieve was looking even more gaunt. Has she eaten anything while I’ve been gone?

“Are you all right, Imogene?”

“Lady Maccon has been very kind.”

“Has she indeed? What does she want?”

Imogene leaped to Alexia’s defense. “She has only your best interests at heart, I’m sure.”

“Says she!” But there was no malice in it.

“She asked me to mention her new parasol order?”

“Yes, yes, I know. I have her specifications here somewhere. I suppose we should get started. I do owe her a massive favor.”

“Oh, and she wanted me to remind you, you’ll be seeing her soon.”

“I will?”

“Sunday supper, next month? She wrote a note. Here it is.” Imogene passed it over.

Genevieve cracked the seal and read it, hooting with laughter at the end.

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