The trouble with being a princess . . .

[purepansy]

The trouble with being a princess is, quite simply, one doesn't know what to do with everything one has. Princesses get whatever they want

Comments

[blaising_fury]

That is a kind and generous thought, principessa. Whatever culture and elegance I may or may not possess--the suggestion of it interests me more.

[purepansy]

Do you want to come visit with my tiara for a tick?

[blaising_fury]

Do you believe its culture and elegance will rub off on me? Or that mine will rub off on it?

[purepansy]

I think these things are really quite reciprocal, to be honest.

[blaising_fury]

And I think your tiara is happy where it is. You still have your scepter, I hope?

[purepansy]

Of course I do.

[blaising_fury]

And now a Boo Hag, as well. What is it like, then, to be able to have whatever you want?

[purepansy]

Blaise?

[blaising_fury]

It was more of a rhetorical question, you might say.

[purepansy]

I guess I'm not feeling very chatty tonight. Perhaps tomorrow I'll feel more rhetorical.

[blaising_fury]

Perhaps so. And if you are feeling ill and are adverse to pepper-up potion, I know of a few alternative remedies.

[purepansy]

I'm not feeling ill anymore. It was probably just the kippers at breakfast this morning -- they're always turning my stomach.

I think I should probably just say goodnight, is all.

[blaising_fury]

Then kippers are best avoided, I think.

Goodnight. Tomorrow I shall make an appointment to visit with your tiara.