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[cheevy]

This is Miniver

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[eiattu_pride]

This is a Rial eying aforesaid sculptures with something like faint fascination mixed with vague horror.

He tilts his head on one side.

And a little farther.

And a little farther, to the point where he's basically sideways, eyes wide.

"Um."

[eiattu_pride]

"No, not from Earth."

He grins in spite of himself.

"Real nobility. Rulers of the planet Eiattu. In a couple of weeks, me and my wife will be Emperor and Empress."

[cheevy]

"Wife?" Unfortunate. "Emperor?" Fortunate. "You're going to rule a planet?"

IT'S ALMOST JUST LIKE ON STAR TREK KINDA.

[eiattu_pride]

"Wife. Emperor. And we already rule the planet, because of some complicated government issues. All that's left is the coronation, now."

He grins.

"It's not half as good as it sounds in the fairy-tales, though. Lots of datawork, the occasional assassination attempt, kidnapping, betrayal, overbearing mothers..."

[cheevy]

"Are you kidding? That sounds fabulous!" Miniver grins and almost bounces. He gives off an aura of bounciness. Kind of like one of those yappy little dogs waiting to go for a walk.

[eiattu_pride]

He does, indeed.

There's a wry grin, and "It's less fabulous when you're up at 0200 trying to figure out what the hell you did to deserve this backlog of datawork. And the only caf around is the stuff that tastes like the inside of a speeder engine."

D:

[cheevy]

D:!

"That's why you mix it with copious amounts of brandy."

DUH, Count Decaf.

[eiattu_pride]

"My wife, sadly, drinks all the brandy."

He shakes his head, his whole expression one of woe.

"And she hits me if I tell her just how bad the caf is."

...sort of.

[cheevy]

Miniver pouts sympathetically.

"Aww."

This is clearly a matter deserving a great deal of political deliberation.

"Do you have a barn and a milkmaid? Or! A Busty Mistress? She can hide a bottle in her bra!" It's an ancient, solidly proven approach to these kinds of problems!

[eiattu_pride]

"No barn. What's a milkmaid?"

And then Rial chokes.

"Ah. Um. No. No mistresses, I'm afraid. Ah. No."

[cheevy]

"Well-endowed young scribes, then?" Miniver guesses.

[eiattu_pride]

"Not really."

Rial has to think.

"A couple of guards, but none who are particularly well-endowed."

[cheevy]

"So then you've looked?"

[eiattu_pride]

"No!"

Shifty eyes.

"Well."

[cheevy]

"Come on. Surely you know what your wife really keeps handmaidens for."

;D

[eiattu_pride]

"We have no handmaidens!"

This entire conversation is confusing!