"Hrm," Hyacinth said, in a way that made Richard cringe in dread; she clearly had had an idea, and it would most likely cause more work and stress for him.
His fears were confirmed a moment later. "Richard, we should be able to have a proper viewing party for the opening ceremonies, with wine and cheese, and a full assortment of canapes."
As Hyacinth's ideas went, Richard thought, it was relatively benign. It would be no worse than one of her candlelight suppers.
Then she spoke again. "Of course, we're going to need a new flat-screen television for the party."