So I loved basically everything about this fic (Hotspur taking over a bank! Naked!Hal playing darts! Doll Tearsheet being MADE OF WIN) but it was this bit that really had me keeled over from laughter:
Kate rested her head on her hand. "No, thank you. I've got to go back, I think." She breathed. "I'm going to go back and Harry is going to do a really stupid thing, and I'm going to end up doing it with him, and we both might actually end up in real proper prison, but probably not because we're rich and rich people don't go to prison, but we definitely won't get to keep out nice jobs and I'll have to sell my lovely flat in Clerkenwell and share a two-bedroom ex-council with him in Balham and I might actually say yes the next time he asks me to marry him and it'll all be disgustingly suburban and one of us will end up strangling the other over the rocket salad in Waitrose."
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Kate rested her head on her hand. "No, thank you. I've got to go back, I think." She breathed. "I'm going to go back and Harry is going to do a really stupid thing, and I'm going to end up doing it with him, and we both might actually end up in real proper prison, but probably not because we're rich and rich people don't go to prison, but we definitely won't get to keep out nice jobs and I'll have to sell my lovely flat in Clerkenwell and share a two-bedroom ex-council with him in Balham and I might actually say yes the next time he asks me to marry him and it'll all be disgustingly suburban and one of us will end up strangling the other over the rocket salad in Waitrose."
OH, KATE. You've just got them perfectly.