Enter The Charleston

Lady Mishap: So glad you could come.
Percy Pea'ssoup: And so glad the rain couldn't.
Lady Mishap: I know. Its been quite a dear! I'll have to reinstate it on my wishlist. But not today.
Butler Burnett: Lord and Lady Pips-Bloodorange.
Lady Mishap: Good to see you Parsley Penelope
Lady Pips-Bloodorange: Oh, its Parsley Persephone now. I'm using my maiden middle name.
Lord Pips: She means her mother's.
Lady Pips: Yes, Penicillin Persephone Monmarmeduke who by a quirk of fate and marriage became
Mrs. Marmalade. It took me ages to find a man with a name befitting my family name.
Lord Pips: It wasn't the only reason she married me tho.
Lady Pips: Yes, there was the money, the manliness I mean.
Lady Mishap: Fascinating, I'm sure.
Lord Pips: Are you realy?
Lady Mishap: I'm not sure.
Butler Burnett: Duke and Duchess Modest-Ponsonby of the TwentyFirst Legion of Great Grandfathers.
Lady Mishap: What was that Burnett, I wasn't listening?
Butler Burnett: Oh, don't make me say it again, my Lady.
Lady Mishap: Oh, please try. I find your announcements the ambience of the day.
Butler Burnett: Duck and Duke-ess Mid-Primly of the TwentyTwo Grey Ghosts.
Duke Modest: I think that suits us better. We're always scaring our hosts into not receiving us.
Duchess Modest: Yes, scare out hosts like we're hosts ourselves.
Duke Modest: We've grayed over age not by design.
Duchess Modest: I always protest I have, but it doesn't wash, unlike my claimed hair rinse.
Lady Mishap: This is all too fascinating to hear. Now where are those rainclouds.
Duchess Modest: You're whispering my dear, no-one can hear.
Lady Modest: Good, the quietest truths are always wrapped up in the loudest of whispers.
Duchess Modest: Can't hear you again!