"I had the pleasure of dining with your brother." "Gregory? Really? You'd classify it as a pleasure?" But he was grinning as he said it, and Honoria could instantly picture what life must be like in the Bridgerton household: a great deal of teasing and a great deal of love. "He was most gracious to me," she said with a smile. "Shall I tell you a secret?" Mr. Bridgerton murmured, and Honoria decided that in his case, it was right and proper to listen to gossip--he was an incredible flirt. "Must I keep the secret?" she asked, leaning forward ever-soslightly. "Definitely not." She gave him a sunny smile. "Then yes, please." Mr. Bridgerton leaned in, just about as far as she had done. "He has been known to catapult peas across the supper table." Honoria gave him a very somber nod. "Has he done this recently?" "Not too recently, no." She pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. It was lovely to witness this type of sibling teasing. There used to be so much of it in her home, although most of the time she'd been but a witness. She was so much younger than the rest of her siblings; in all honesty, most of the time they'd probably just forgotten to tease her. "I have but one question, Mr. Bridgerton." He cocked his head. "How was this catapult constructed?" He grinned. "Simple spoon, Lady Honoria. But in Gregory's devious hands, there was nothing simple about it."