While Lord Darcy was generally against the imprudent education of the irrational sex, he found his sophisticated Suffragette slave's musical gifts, useful for playing the Misogynist Anthem, whenever he had guests over.
While trying to make a pit-fruit joke for this, I learned that nectarines aren't even their own species (they're just a cultivar of peaches), and I'm irrationally saddened by that
