Lord Slimly: Who's the new kitchen maid? She's awfuly slim.
Lady Mishap: Oh, you've noticed her have you? I can't say I have.
Lady Gently: Me neither. Maybe we're being burgled.
Lady Mishap: Rather, I am!
Lord Slimly: She's here now. Lets ask her, or apprehend her.
Anorexia: Anyone for cake? My inspiration Hydrangea left me in charge. She's away for awhile.
Lord Slimly: Some would say she was never quite 'here', but I will have some thank you.
Lady Mishap: Ah, Gypsy Crumb, my favorite crumble!
Lady Gently: I'm afraid I'm on a diet...therefore I'll have to break it.
Lord Slimly: Oh, Dear, haven't you forgotten your skirt?
Anorexia: No, they're leggings, they're all the rage where I come from.
Lord Slimly: In my day they were worn by men.
Lady Mishap: With your slim legs, thankfuly not anymore.
Lady Gently: I'd rather wear them myself first.
Anorexia: I think they criticise to the point of flirtation. One will have to be deviated from her
course.
Lord Slimly: What was that my dear?
Anorexia: Oh, nothing much.
Lady Mishap: I think we're in the presence of a new burgeoning romance.
Lady Gently: I'm starting to blush for the intimacy.
Anorexia: Well, we are both slim so I suppose. Its that we have in common.
Lord Slimly: Indeed, I'm quite taken.
Anorexia: I'll woo him with my waifishness to prove Lady Hap more jealos than her ladylike
counterpart.
Lady Gently: You'll have to speak up dear. We can't quite hear.
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