I'll be in my blanket fort....

* well then.

* ain't nothing you can do about it.

* well how about that then.

* you brought that upon yourself dude.

* it is what it is.

* that was completely to be expected.

* tja.

* tja.

* tja.

* tja.

* tja.

* tja.

♪♫ JETZT wird NICHT MEHR in die Hände gespuckt ♪♫ ♪♫ Dann gibt´s halt kein Bruttosozialprodukt ♪♫

It perfectly captures how irresistible Raffles is, as even the detective who was pursuing him concludes, "Well, I'm deucedly glad he escaped! He's splendid!"

My warmup sketches for yesterday covered that exact topic :))

Ah, ok. Mostly pictures of Poirot being beautiful (and one of him being tired & cranky in the morning before coffee awwh), ok! Yeah! Makes sense.

Let's see what pictures Poirot has on his phone...

Awwwww look at Hastings being handsome & cute & adorable and--

LMAOO OMG (Come on, Hastings! Solving The Case of the Disappearing Crisps was WAY too easy for Poirot. Give him something more CHALLENGING to solve next time)

Look at the BELT on that thang damn. Hips? Accentuated. Hearts? STOLEN. Lovely colour on him. And it's double-breasted, too. I'll bet that coat is warm and cozy af

Hey, sir?

It is NOT FAIR

for you to be that hot

Stop this at once.

A Bloke and his Tea^TM

Do you two need a private moment, Chief inspector? LMAO

The case is fine, but this is about Poirot and Japp.

Poirot invites Japp to stay with him, as Mrs Japp is away and Japp can't run a household to save his life. It contributes nothing to the investigation but fine, we like these characters, we like seeing what they do outside their job. There is an ongoing joke regarding the bidet, Japp doesn't know what it is, it's not very funny, but okay. Japp also can't sleep with central heating on, while Poirot likes it on full blast. (This never came up with Hastings, btw. I don't see Hastings as a guy who sleeps with the heating on. He lived with Poirot at least for a short while, though it's never made fully clear.) Okay, you may say, it shows how different they are. Fine. However. The food.

Oh goody, the food. We're in S6 and the show is making a commentary on English vs any other country's food. Okay, I guess if you have a Belgian living in UK, you may feel the need to mention the food. A few episodes ago, in Yellow Iris, Poirot found appreciation in the humble fish & chips from a stall. But okay, most of the time, he is not a fan of English food. But--he is the one who asked Japp to stay, Japp didn't invite himself in. Why the fuck is Poirot preparing such strange meals when he has Japp staying with him?

One, Poirot knows Japp well, they've worked on many cases together and became friends along the way. He would have known what Japp liked to eat, no doubt they dined together more than once. Japp is very English, you look at him and immediately clock him as a guy who likes his Sunday roast. Give him a pie with chips and gravy and a pint of beer and he's sorted. Bacon and eggs for breakfast, a nice cup of tea. Poirot would have known this--bc he knows Japp, Japp is his friend, AND bc he is the best detective in the world. And even if you take away all of that--JUST FUCKING ASK WHAT HE WANTS FOR DINNER, IT'S NOT HARD.

Two, Poirot has lived in England for more than 20 years at this point. He knows the country well. How could he get it so wrong?