Mr. Waffle has put herself on his credit card for emergencies. To activate the card so that she could book her flight home for Christmas she had to use it in a shop. Mr. Waffle told her to buy herself breakfast. He fondly imagined that she would spend a fiver on a cup of tea and some toast in a greasy spoon. When he got the bill, he discovered she’d spent £28 in the Pain Quotidien. Truly, she is her mother’s daughter.
Seems not unreasonable. A girl has to maintain her standards.
Clearly preparing for life in the East wing….
C, she has no difficulty with that. Suzy, she is knee deep in prep by the look of things..