*clears his throat*

[my_garden_grow]

*stiff, formal bow, a little difficult because he is quite fat* I am Duke Conrad. I've been promised a quiet little farming estate of my own in exchange for doing this. I am lately of Regia.

*uncomfortable, displeased look* I do not approve of the weather in this country at all[/sock] Things he's neglected to mention

Comments

[queen_oracle]

O_O You.

*does not trust self quite just yet to say anything*

[my_garden_grow]

... *distastefully* You.

*eyes her with extreme dislike, rather than thinking up a witty retort*

[queen_oracle]

*goes cheeky (omgomgomg you)* They say everybody talks about the weather. What's wrong with it, anyway? Couldn't grow anything without a little August heat.

[my_garden_grow]

*coldly* It spoils the tomatoes.

[queen_oracle]

That's terrible. If there's no tomato crop, what'll we fling at all the well-dressed nobles?

[my_garden_grow]

*decides not to dignify that with a reply*

[derothling]

...Considering this place, I'd say rotten oranges would be appropriate.

[queen_oracle]

*snorts pleasedly* Good point, but I guess the heat doesn't spoil the oranges.

[derothling]

Will peaches do, then? I've loads of them from my typist's garden, and they're nicely squishy.

[queen_oracle]

*laughs* Peaches will do fine, you silly thing.

[derothling]

*grabs a basketful* Have some peaches, my love! They're fresh (or not), I swear.

[queen_oracle]

Thank you. *bows and accepts*

[derothling]

*laughs and kisses cheek* You're welcome.