In our attempts to add some variety to MTV, MPB: Year Two, we’re opening our doors to yet another dimension of coffee (or beer) chatting: fiction. Fear not, we still have plenty of real folks to caffeinate with in the future, but now and then, we’d like to dabble in the less-than-real sandbox.
To kick off:
Would we have coffee with Mr. Bennett?
Cammy: Hells yeah. Of all characters in all of Pride and Prejudice who would be most guaranteed to have hysterically dry observations mocking the stupid people in the immediate vicinity? Mr. Bennet’s our guy. For one thing, I have a sneaking suspicion that he has his own booth in the back of the Spacial Anomaly where he goes to avoid his wife and daughters when his library just isn’t far enough away (or he want’s a fresh crop of nut jobs to observe). I honestly don’t want to quiz him or get any kind of inside story, I just want to sit at the table–probably with a book or a notebook to occupy time when he gets absorbed in his own book when there aren’t enough people coming in and out to watch–and exchange quips about others. I think Kristy and I are far enough from being Mary, Kitty & Lydia-esque (definitely far enough from Lydia) and can comport ourselves in reasonably Lizzy & Jane-like fashion to avoid being targets of his mockery, and be included as contributors to the ridicule. Of course, if he’s been in that booth during some of our other coffee visits, he might have a thing or two to give us hell about.
Kristy: Before I go any further, I just want to make it clear, in case any of our readers were laboring under any delusions, that neither Cammy nor I is nice enough to fall into Jane territory. Just so we’re clear.
But to the matter at hand, of course, I’d drink coffee with Mr. Bennett. Or tea or port or whatever the man drinks. Like Cammy, I’m more interested in people watching and listening to the snark than actually interrogating him about anything. And frankly, having seen what he has to put up with, I think we should buy the man a drink of some kind.
Cammy: She’s right about the Jane thing. The best we could get here is two Elizabeths.