She is easily the happiest and cleanest thing he has seen in his entire life. Possibly an exaggeration.

Oh, Estelle, please... my eyes...

"Estelle Knoht, a JUVENILE, unreliable and respectable lady."
I'm just sayin'.

If something utterly bad will ever happen to that juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady, nearly all Londoners will be busy destroying their livers (or other correspondent organs) in various bars, pubs and less respectable booze houses during the following half of a year.

That level of luck demands a bigger sacrifice.

Estelle, you never cease to terrify.

Even in the CVR, you are known for your kindness. For someone so young, you've done much good.

Estelle Knoht, a barely sentient girl.

The name stings just to read, even without the face or reputation behind it. An impressed youth looking up to me for my exploits in revenge? A rival seeking a challenger to push them to their limits? I can scarcely imagine why.

And so I take a peek behind the curtain. The name is like a key freshly forged, scalding hot to the touch but so malleable in the locks it can undo.

Like peering into the darkness under the Neath, but so much more. A presence so undeniable, so potent, it gives me pause to have missed it until now.

A peek back at the card. A request. A simple request to use me as a contact.

I'm left turning over the card again, as I realize the gravity of my new situation.

I cannot say no. Who could?

I'm sure she meant no harm, but she is thoughtless and careless. I love her dearly, but for all her respectability she can be a brat.

Estelle, I do sometimes wonder about you, I do.

You don't have a subscription, but you are still an Exceptional Friend.

TOLERABLE

1) The Professor was Semi-Respectable with rumours of bloodsucker surrounding her, but he didn't expect her to be literally bloodthristy.
2) She doesn't look like a man.

Amelia watches as the professor leave. She says nothing nor attempts to follow after her. It's pointless to be an annoyance to someone who clearly wants space. But once the voice of reason departs the Salon itself descends into anarchy.

It warms my heart to see there are still (somewhat) honest Londoners roaming the streets, helping us rat catchers protect the innocent from rats, thwarting devils and spirifers and only occassionally mugging someone in a dark alley. Keep up the good work Professor!

Professor Strix is a fascinating character to see being brought down to Fallen London.

By estimation, you are currently my 6th most self-pitying protege, so you are doing fine!

She leave crumbs everywhere!!!!!!!

*Ezekiel burbles loudly and awkwardly. He seems happy and he is carrying a half empty mason jar of vinegar*

Professor, your bat comes across a little dirty minded. A girl talks about Persuasion and he hears Seduction?

Parabola Derek looks to be quite charming. Until he opens his mouth of course.

The line between Gideon and an evil villain is only as wide as a single book explaining the dangers of population growth.

Would Gideon have an Element of Dawn somewhere in his shed?

Would Gideon be the kind of person to have an Unclear device in the tunnels for research purposes?

GIDEON'S SHED OF WONDERS: OPEN TO ALL WHO CAN BRAVE THE TRAPS

We should do a scene where everyone pokes around the armoury choosing one thing each they think will help, and then Gideon goes around like “this is a whisk…”

At the end, Gideon will kill the Shade with a giant chair powered death machine

"no blowing up is possible" seems a bold statement in any situation that involves Gideon

We could read "The adventures of what Gideon thinks is happening"

Gideon is trying to kill us all