Brilliant!

"i'm starving, danny boy! what's for supper?" gavin cardigan asked his friend danny blake as he entered Poor Yorick's Pub.

"i've got pasta with creamy leeks, spinach, and ham, along with some of burkie's bread," danny replied as he poured an ale for cardigan.

"that sounds worthy of asking for seconds in advance. thanks!" cardigan grabbed his pint and walked over to join the others. "howdy, y'all."

"wotcher, gavin!" taylor young greeted him in a hitherto nonexistent british accent.

caridgan looked over at taylor's girlfriend, marian elfman, who rolled her eyes. "taylor has decided that he's british."

"british?"

taylor nodded. "from stow-on-the-wold, actually. it's in the cotswolds."

"a vampire from the cotswolds?" cardigan looked incredulous. "isn't that rather...unconventional?"

"quite," taylor said.

"wait a minute!" linda nulo uncharacteristically spoke up. "he can just decide on his own that he's british? wtf?! i didn't know we could do that!"

taylor shrugged. "you don't know 'till you try, what?"

"hmmmm...." linda, a character so underdeveloped that she was just barely opaque, hmmmm'd. "maybe i should make my boobs bigger." she frowned. "or smaller. i don't know what size they are in the first place."

"er, i don't think anyone wants to know those kinds of details about us," sierra charles noted. "i know i don't."

"well, i'm not going to do anything rash," linda decided. "i'm going to give this some thought. besides," she added brightly, "if i beat boom-boom in the chamionship game of our fantasy football league next week, i get to write an entire chapter for the blog!"

danny walked over to deliver cardigan's meal. "just don't make any changes to the Pub, okay? i like it just the way it is."

"don't worry; your Pub's safe," linda grinned. "but i could see you in a handlebar mustache!"

"hmmm," Myserious Lurker hmmm'd as she suddenly appeared. "i like the way you think, linda."

"what if boom-boom wins?" sierra wondered as she reached for a slice of cardigan's bread. "she's even less developed than you are, linda. i wonder what she would write?"

cardigan glared at the bread thief. "keep your hands to yourself, charles, or i'll have boom-boom arrest you next time she's here!"

"cor blimey!" taylor exclaimed, a worried look upon his brow. "you don't think boom-boom will strip away my british citizenship, do you?"

"what's the status of your visa?" cardigan asked him. "she's a cop; she just might deport you."

"bugger!" taylor looked aggrieved. "i didn't think of that. she might toss me out on me arse!"

"i'm sure you'll win, honey," tucker told linda, kissing the top of her head before strumming a chord.

when it comes to football
no one beats my baby
when it comes to caulking bathtubs
no one beats my baby
when it comes to lovin'
no one beats my baby
don't you wish your baby were like mine?

"thanks, honey," linda smiled. "you're the best! if i win, i'll write something special for you."

"i got you, honey; nothing could be more special than that."

"you two are the cutest couple!" marian told them, then crunched up her face and looked toward taylor. "why can't we be that cute?"

"let me work on my accent, duck. in a fortnight, i wager we'll be just as--bollocks!" he knocked over his pint of bitter, spilling it all over his trousers.

tucker and linda managed to suppress their laughter while exchanging a low five behind their backs.