|The Mage Sister||
Nathan: For the love of Fiaryn, what have you done to my crown, Catherine?
Catherine: I have no idea what you're talking about, Nathan. Now stop doing that - people are staring.
Nathan: You... put... rrrrhhghhh! What did you do?!?
Catherine: (Gracious, Nathan, you're drawing a crowd.) Nothing to worry about - there's a bee. He's allergic.
Cristov: Nathan! What are you doing?
Catherine: Making a scene.
Cristov: I can see that. Stop it.
Nathan: She... she... she... arhhg!
Cristov: Move along. There's nothing to see.
Catherine: Nathan, really! Just settle down. People are staring, and besides, it's not going to kill you to look decent for one day.
Nathan: Well, I don't have much choice, do I? Thanks to you!
Cristov: Why is it Catherine's fault that you're jumping around like a buffoon?
Nathan: She glued my crown to my head!!! And I can't get this $%^& jacket off! I'm roasting!
Cristov: Catherine, did you do something to Nathan's attire?
Catherine: It's just the teensiest of sealing spells. It's nothing! Just to make sure he doesn't lose his crown this year... or his coat. You know how he does it every year and I have to run around the fairgrounds picking up after him as if I were his valet.
Nathan: I do not!
Cristov: Yes, you do.
Catherine: I swear, he'd run around naked if I let him.
Nathan: I have never run naked, I ask you!
Cristov: Yes, you have.
Nathan: Hmph! Make her stop it.
Cristov: Catherine, I really must say I'm surprised at you. Well done.