Well, very thoughtful of you, dear, to glide right over the cheese debacle from that night in London's finest restaurant.  You only barely mentioned c'est la geurre to that mirthless waiter who was bringing the cheese tray.  C'est la fromage his angry reply as he slammed the pungent morsels onto the table. How like you, dear, to mix up war and cheese.  You've done it all your life.  Who knew it could offend?  By God, we ate every specimen to show our peaceful intentions.  Alas.  We were violently ill for days afterward.  The nuns were very kind to us, though.

I Remain As Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue