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Sorry I'm late, Felicity. I had way more stuff to do today than I thought. Anyway, ready to do the shopping together? | |
No need, Your Highness. I had finished the shopping this morning on my own. | |
Oh! You've been doing that a lot lately, huh? Not that I mind, of course. It's good to see you getting more used to dealing with crowds. | |
Actually, I arrived at the marketplace early enough when it was mostly quiet. | |
Oh, really? Still, thanks for all your help, Felicity. Just don't push yourself too hard, okay? I know that dealing with people can be tough sometimes. | |
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Something wrong? | |
It's... It's nothing. At any rate, I have more chores to attend to. If you'll excuse me... | |
(Felicity leaves the scene.) | |
I wonder what that was about. |
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Hey, Felicity, mind clearing up something for me? | |
What is it? | |
I'm trying to do the math in my head, and well... Her Highness hired you ten years ago, right? | |
Correct. | |
And you're how old again? | |
Oh, Viola, don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age? Besides, I stopped keeping track a long time ago. | |
Hm... Well, you look like you're around my age, so that would mean you would've still been a teenager when you met Princess Krista. But that's not right! You look just like you did ten years ago. | |
You can say I aged quite gracefully, then. | |
Wait, then... Hm... Hmmmmm... | |
As entertaining as this conversation is, Viola, I must return to my chores. If you'll excuse me... | |
(Felicity leaves the scene.) | |
Ah, wait! ... And she's gone. Either I'm bad at math or Felicity's hiding something. ... I should probably review my textbooks. |
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Joshua, what is the meaning of this? | |
Oh, these swords aren't mine. Well, except Old Iron here. I offered to clean everyone's swords. | |
That is NOT what I was referring to, Joshua. | |
What is the problem, then? | |
Look around you! Her Highness has been very gracious in granting you a palace chamber, and you let it get like this! The state of this room is appalling! | |
What do you mean? There's no dust or rats or anything. | |
Oh sweet Medea! Where are your boots? Here on the nightstand? Where's your armor? Hung up? No! It's thrown on the reading table. | |
You mean I can't temporarily put them there? | |
Of course not! Where did you grow up? Don't answer that. I don't want to know. | |
Soooo... you want armor and clothes in the closet instead? | |
Yes, it would make my job easier. Wait, isn't that Princess Krista's sword? | |
Yes, it's seen some heavy use. I offered to sharpen it and clean it up. A few knicks in it too. A little light for my liking, but it's a good blade. Well balanced. | |
You are something else. Your room is worse than a rat's nest, but you keep your weapons and armor well-maintained. | |
If you don't maintain your weapons, they'll fail you when you need them most. | |
All of that is well and good, but could you please maintain your chambers better? | |
Sure, I can do that. | |
Thank you! Oh, next time you want to sneak out to the tavern, I can get you out without Forrest knowing. Bye! | |
(Felicity leaves the scene.) | |
That woman is something else. Reminds me of one of my aunts. |