"No lights, no electricity, nothing fun at all," Rupert lists of cheerfully, pausing at the end to pull a face of exaggerated distaste. He pulls up at a stop light and the car's engine settles into an idle purr.

"It was all frightfully boring," He continues. "All we did was sit around by candlelight with nothing but ourselves for entertainment. You can imagine how taken I am with the modern world, compared to that prehistoric nonsense."