Enter Cakes Not To Be Sniffed At

Lady Mishap: Good news, Lady Slush, here's Mrs. Prim with her scrumptos somethings.

Lady Slush: Oh, bother! I was just getting used to my gentlemen.

Lady Mishap: Well, put him down, the cakes are of more pressing concern.

Lord Tattle: I'll have a scone or is it a scon.

Lady Mishap: Whatever it is, it'll be gone if you don't get a move opn. Cakes won't wait all day.

Lady Slush: I know, there's a fabled gypsy tart that I've never seen.

Lady Mishap: I know, rumor has it its so delicios Mrs. Prim devours it before she even come out.
She protests it gives her the strength to do the serving.

Mrs. Primsunday: Cakes everone!

Lord Tattle: And to do the crying.

Mrs. Primsunday: I've got two butterfly's wedding cakes made out of sugar gossamer and a big
batch of frog bunting. They're peppermint shorties connected by white icing.

Lord Slimly: Sounds like an edible pond.

Mrs. Primsunday: Hardly, they're sprinled with hundreds and thousands rather than flotsam and
jetsum.

Lord Slimly: What's with the mass marmalade?

Mrs. Primsunday: They're fondant fox's sets. They've not been hunted out of existence by the
cookbook critics yet.

Lord Slimly: Now is this something my friend Anorexia would eat? You know I'm always
watching my figure.

Mrs. Primsunday: I'm sure you're the only one who is. There's nothing to you...No, the sets
are made out of brown spun sugar, so, yes, I think you won't puff up like a puffball if you
partake of one.

Lord Slimly: I'd better take three then.

Mrs. Primsunday: That's generous..to yourself.

Lord Slimly: No, only one's for me. The other two are for my best friend Lady Slush to keep
me looking slim.

Mrs. Primsunday: Ah, you're learning from the master then.

Lord Slimly: You taught me everything I know.

Mrs. Primsunday: Even the metaphysics?

Lord Slimly: Oh, you don't know what a homespun philosopher you are!