Phyl
Phyl owns the building, and likely many, many more. Phyl lives for the cocktail hour but dislikes drinking alone. The cocktail hour must, by custom, start sometime after one awakes. She is vaguely English, but will not regard either Clench or Cheese with any but the most formal recognition (calling them both "Steve"). She is never without Monsieur Pootie, who seems to be a dog but must never, never be named as such.
Age:
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Beverage:
Fear:
(cold, empty looks from each question)
