Quest 281

[primrosella]

[Voice Post]

[It's quite early in the morning, just around sunrise, when this post begins to record to the Network; the soft sound of birds beginning to chirp is audible from somewhere nearby, and the slightest hint of a breeze (probably from an open window) whispers over the microphone, accompanied by what sounds oddly like the clinking of metal

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[voice] OMGYAY

[primrosella]

YOU WILL AD-DRESS ZEE PRINCESS WITH ZEE RASPECT SHE DEE-SERVES, YOU KNAVE!

[voice] I AM SO EXCITE

[primrosella]

AH AM JEAN-PIERRE RENEE LEBEAU ZEE THIRD, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS'S BEST CANDLESTEEK! AHND WHO ARE YOU?

[voice] CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON

[primrosella]

[Not just any talking candlestick. One with a ree-deek-you-lus French accent!]

TODD AN-DER-SOHN! YOU ARE ZEE POET, YES?

[voice] o/ o, o/

[primrosella]

MAGNIFIQUE! ZEE DEE-SIGNS ON HER, YOU HAF NONE OF ZEM! AH WILL TELL HER YOU ARE ON ZEE LAHN!

[voice]

[primrosella]

MAH DAR-LEENG, MON CHERE, YOU MUST COME TO ZEE LAHN! ZEE POET TODD, HE EEZ HERE TO LAUD AND MAGNIFY YOU!

...He's what?!

[voice]

[primrosella]

Oh, honestly, Todd, not you too!

[She's...torn between laughing and being aghast. It is a very odd sensation.]

[voice]

[primrosella]

[Well, that settles it, she's laughing.]

Yes, please do, it would please me much more greatly to converse on a casual basis, and do away with the necessities of formality in trading words with my humble scribe.