'I'm wantin' half a pound of bakin' sody,' whispered Ally Beag with a terrified glance in my direction.

The appropriate incantation of route is shown below; the gw keyword tells it that the next argument denotes a gateway.

Breakfast in bed at the royal household is a massive faff. A page boy must carry the tray upstairs, but he's banned from actually serving it. So he leaves it on the floor by the bedroom door, whereupon a housemaid picks it up and knocks on said portal.

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