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Darcy’s big brain: it’s nice that she’s so devoted to her sister, who is obviously the only respectable member of her family. I like that in a woman.

Darcy’s little brain: I bet that’s what she’d look like after being tumbled in a haystack. I really like that in a woman.

Darcy’s big brain: shut up little brain. Now I’m worried about whether I should like obvious devotion in a woman in case it leads her to be so overcome by emotion as to be not respectable or endanger herself.

Caroline, loudly: oh my goooooood. She looked so blowsy —

Darcy’s little brain: hot

Caroline: and flushed —

Darcy’s little brain: hot

Caroline: and like she was practically rolling in mud!

Darcy’s little brain: HOT!

Caroline: I bet you wouldn’t appreciate your baby sister whose virginity you just saved not that I know about that tramping all over creation looking like that, would you Mr Darcy?

Darcy’s big brain: what the fuck?

Darcy’s little brain: yeah, gross! Now I’m sad

Coin toss whether Bingley would actually get to answer before Darcy turned around and flipped over a whiteboard like

and launched right into the most detailed migration pattern known to Regency England to keep the extraneous Bennets as contained as humanly possible by rotating them between various Bingley/Darcy estates. Like, we're talking about trading them off for minor holidays a decade out kind of detailed.

"If you and Jane take them for Lady Day ten years hence, Elizabeth and I will take them for Michaelmas. We'll all be together for Christmas and Midsummer, so we'll divide the responsibility individually on those days."

This would be followed by thirteen different spreadsheets projecting joint expenditures so Bingley knows what sort of financial commitment he'll be shouldering and how to minimize it, what proportion Darcy will take care of, what the estate plans are in case Darcy predeceases anybody, when they should probably roll out various stages to keep it from affecting their respective sisters' ability to maximize their own husband-hunting--whole nine yards.

Darcy does not know that he'll probably be murdered when the Bingley sisters find out why he asked for their social calendars. He'd be marginally fine with that at this point, because the fucking Napoleonic War campaigns were not as meticulously planned as his roadmap to getting the other three Bennets satisfactorily married, and Darcy feels about as able as if he'd spent the last year on Elba.

It takes Bingley a few minutes to realize why this is happening, then he's like

"You proposed to Elizabeth?! Congratulations!"

Darcy... knew there was something he was forgetting.

That man would have kicked the Collins's door open with four binders tucked under each arm, dumped them in a pile in front of Elizabeth, and loudly announced that if they get married tomorrow he can have her entire family except for Jane extraordinary renditioned to the Scottish moors by Sunday and then been like

So they made up their own name, based on a toddler's understanding of the lyrics:

"Mama, can we listen to

But, here's the thing. Darcy is being an asshole. Darcy isn't an asshole, generally, but he's really being one about his whole Regency Era situationship with Lizzie. Like, he rolls in on day one with this giant fucking chip on his shoulder, acts like he's too good for everyone, and why? Well, he's rich, and he's got lofty connections.

Except who's he rolling with right then? His spineless dustmop of a bestie and his bestie's godawful sisters. Bingley's the sort of guy who can be peer-pressured out of being in love!

Like, you know that thing where you have a friend, and they introduce you to another friend, and that friend is such a wet sock that you find yourself reevaluating your friend because they're hanging around with this guy? Like, okay, Darcy, do you have friends, or do you have toadies? Is this your bestie, or did you find a gentleman's companion that you didn't have to pay?

Later on we meet his aunt, who's the goddamned worst.

Like, we all hate Mr. Collins, right? This woman has Mr. Collins over twice a week for a quiet evening of performative dickriding. That's the kind of taste Darcy's family has. Voluntarily spending hours with Mr. Collins on a regular basis.

There's no talking about Mrs. Bennet's lack of decorum or matrimonial grasping or entitlement without talking about Lady Catherine flying in on her broom to scream at her nephew's fiancee, right? Especially considering that her basis for doing so is a cradle engagement that she seems to have never spoken to her nephew about as an adult and a fucking rumor that she assumes pertains to Lizzie.

She doesn't even talk to her fucking nephew before spending half a day in a carriage to make a blazing spectacle of herself in front of the entire Bennet household! He finds out she did that afterwards when she tries to make him break off the nonexistent engagement that she's announced to half the fucking kingdom by that point.

I mean, unexpected point to Mrs. B, who notably did not even walk down the road to Netherfield to act disappointed at anyone.

Also hard to get on too high a horse after Georgiana's near-elopement with the country's biggest asshole! Like, oh, the Bennet sisters are embarrassing? The Bennets lack propriety?

Buddy, you hired a sex trafficker to look after your sister and then your sister almost fucked the one-man-crime-wave son of your late property-manager. And you didn't even manage to hush it all up properly! Sure, he's keeping your sister's name out of his mouth, but he's running you down like a dog in every other respect to the whole county!

Like, "Oh, look at me, I'm Fitzwilliam Darcy! I'm not going to lower myself to correcting any of The Plebes who now think I deliberately misadministered a will to fuck over The Help out of cheapness and spite, especially when all it would take is one conversation with That Fucker's commanding officer, but god forbid I ever have to go out in public with a Bennet! I might die of shame and secondhand cringe!"

So he's got all of that going on, and then he busts in on Lizzie with a proposal that's got huge "I don't consent to being attracted to you" energy and runs her entire family into the ground. This is after Lizzie's spent approximately three centuries being negged by his mannerless nightmare of an aunt, so that's at least one extra level of "Really, bruh?" in there.

And then he fucking claps back at her rejection! Instead of going "Oh. Huh. Whoops. Guess I'll just have to go marry one of the other ten thousand women lined up waiting to marry me!" he's like "What the fuuuuck did I ever do to you, you fucking menace?". At which point she checks him so hard he spends the next three months bluescreening and looking up how to be polite to people you haven't already known for five years.

So like I said, he is being an asshole here. He knows how to act right, he just hasn't bothered to do so once since posting up in Netherfield because idk, he's on vacation or some shit.

Critically! However upsetting Lizzie finds The Proposal Incident (half-hour crying jag, spends the rest of the day hiding in her room), she is at no point worried about Darcy's subsequent behavior.

This is while she still thinks he genuinely did Wickham dirty and before she's had a chance to get character references from the 500 people working at Pemberley. This is the guy about whom her dad later says "Kidding-not kidding I can hardly say no to this rich fuck, can I?" when asked for his blessing. This is after Mr. Collins literally said "I've heard no means yes these days" to her fucking face and then her mother tried to make her marry him anyway.

She preached a full on sermon about the man's shortcomings to his face immediately after saying she wouldn't bounce on his dick if it was the last one on earth and after the adrenaline crash wasn't like, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck my entire life, he's going to burn down the vicarage and frame my father for tax fraud."

Everything that she's seen with her own eyes about this snobby bastard tells her he's not going to go crying to his aunt and get her cousin's patronage revoked. He's not going to go out of his way to fuck her or her family over. He's pissed, and he was definitely playing the ass with that proposal, but he's not going to lash out over it.

Darcy presumably sees his aunt Lady Catherine through affectionate eyes, softening her faults, but doesn’t consider that Elizabeth sees her family through affectionate eyes. Interestingly, we the audience regard Georgiana with sympathy - Darcy’s beloved baby and only sister, admiring of Elizabeth - while we tend to be far less sympathetic to Lydia (Elizabeth’s sister, but with about 5 years and 2 other sisters between them, which gives more scope for annoyance and competition than Darcy’s approximately 12 year age gap with a little girl who’s no threat to the heir or the near unlimited resources in their huge manor).

But Darcy, to his credit, is shown knowing Lydia is a victim like Georgiana, both 15 year olds preyed upon by Wickham. While society at the time meant Lydia marrying her seducer was bad yet the alternative might be worse, I always liked that Darcy’s first impulse was to march in calling ‘Lydia get your coat, we are blowing this popsicle stand!’ It also tells us that had he come too late to save Georgiana’s reputation, he still would’ve tried to get her away from Wickham and make sure she was safe. Perhaps his immediate reaction to Lydia tells us he’d thought about that.

Darcy, a principled guy at bottom, and yes! Elizabeth can either subconsciously sense that despite Wickham’s claims or can tell (possibly by noting his affection for his sister) that if this guy cares about you, he won’t hurt you. And he could have without framing her dad for tax fraud. All Darcy would have to do if he really wanted to marry and/or punish Elizabeth was something entirely legal and socially acceptable: go ask her parents for her hand.

Think how hideous her mother made refusing Mr Collins. As OP says, we see Mr Bennet go ‘oh I can’t refuse Darcy anything, but you—my 20 year old dependent daughter—you can go say no to him after I’ve already agreed to give you away.’ His reaction is whatever at that point because Elizabeth loves Darcy, but earlier in the book Mr Bennet defends Elizabeth from Mr Collins. We know Mr Bennet wouldn’t defend her from Darcy. Mrs Bennet would never stop hassling her. Jane got jilted, all the Bennet daughters have no prospects at this point. Whether or not Elizabeth caved, she would be under unbearable pressure and nobody would think Darcy had done a thing wrong.

But of course Darcy would never. Man has too much pride, for one thing.

In Darcy’s defence re popping the question abruptly, he did think they were taking romantic strolls.

ELIZABETH: I love walking in this particular place. HINT: Stop coming here. DARCY: oho my lady and I have an assignation. DARCY: we now regularly rendez-vous to appreciate nature. I 100% understood her charming flirty hint and am a prodigious loverboy. ELIZABETH: oh no our 5th awkward surprise meeting. How does this keep happening!

BRIENNE OF MAMMALIANS NURTUABLE

The secret is in the water; literally, it’s IN the water.

See, when you boil potatoes, a lot of special starches and sugars and stuff leeches out into the water. When you drain the water before mashing them, you throw away a lot of good stuff, which is a big part of what makes mashed potatoes “dry” and bland, even when you add large amounts of cream and butter and things.

So don’t throw out any water.

Here’s how you do that:

First, cut your potatoes into smaller cubes than you probably do. (I’ve left the skins on for flavor and also, that’s where a lot of a potato’s nutrients are, like protien and iron and vitamins B and C, just to name a few)

The reason for cutting them smaller (besides avoiding giant peices of skin) is so that there is less space in the pot between each peice for water to fill, so you use less water to cook them. That’s important because you won’t be draining any water, so you can’t afford to have too much water! For the same reason, just barely cover them with water when they go on the stove.

But! Before you do that, put the pot on the stove with some butter, garlic, and seasonings; let the butter start to sizxle just a little then put most of a single layer of potatoes in the pan and let the brown and sear. Turn them, brown them on all sides, get ‘em fairly dark (I forgot to get a pic here because I was worried I’d burn the butter).

Ready? now throw the rest of the potatoes in right on top, and add your water, give them a stir. This way, you’re boiling in some of that lovely fried potato/french fry flavor.

Okay, so, as they cook, you may need to add a little water, not too much! ideally the very highest piece of potato will be poking just above the surface. Now, when your potatoes are really really soft, mash them directly into the water. Just pull them off the stove, leave all the water in, and start mashing. Trust me. At first you’ll think there’s too much water. If you get them mashed and they ARE a little too liquidy, just put ‘em back on the stove. You’ll have to stir often or constantly, but they will steam off additional water without losing any good stuff.

Now add some salt, and taste. Right?! And you haven’t even put in any cream or cheese or anything yet.

Speaking of which, you can use like, a third of the amount of butter or cream or anything, and they will still taste better than usual. So they taste better AND they are higher in nutrients AND lower in fats and salts! That’s a lot of win — enjoy your potatoes!