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elisem, you may want to pass this on to Mike.]
I'm reading an odd fantasy novel set in a vaguely parallel Wars of the Roses, with excursions to the viewpoint of a modern scholar in our world who is getting glimpses of it and has no idea of what's going on. Backstory of Warwick and Anne Neville and Elizabeth Woodville and all those people, and I kept muttering "the pantry is full of Woodvilles." To this,
cattitude kept offering variants on "where?" (we don't have an actual pantry), and then decided that the cart/worksurface/storage unit he trashpicked a couple of days ago and repaired is named Woodville.