‘I need a better disguise!’ hissed Amarilla to Emsie in the kitchen, ‘That vile lecher D’Orbergene recognised me and the only way I could think to keep him quiet was to arrange to meet him in the meat store.’
Emsie swore quietly,
‘I can’t see how we can disguise you more. You just look like you do!’
‘I think I can help here,’ whispered Mme Frappedelapins, who appeared to have been listening. ‘
As for the lecher; I can take care of him as well. You must be able to keep your eye on your true love!’
‘Yes,’ agreed Amarilla, ‘what are we going to do?’
‘A sort of makeover, but with food products,’ replied Mme Frappedelapins.