Enter A Darling Bell

Darling Bell: Lord Slimly, I don't believe you've complimented me for days.
Lord Slimly: I know. I've been strangely lacking.
Darling Bell: You wouldn't be saving all your flirtatiosness for a certain kitchen maid would
you?
Lord Slimly: Anorexia? Well, she is rather slim isn't she.
Darling Bell: She looks like a regular moonlite shadow in those legging things.
Lord Slimly: I do feel bad that I've been neglecting you tho.
Darling Bell: I've not felt so left out since Churlish Steven lost his voice a failed to regale me
with a wolf whistle.
Lord Slimly: Oh, dear. I fear I have been such a thoughtless brute.
Darling Bell: You can say you love me and that will be better.
Lord Slimly: Oh, you know I love to love you.
Darling Bell: Just as well, but the real question is who do you hate? That's how you tell the
one you will marry. Who you most care about.
Lord Slimly: Well, I don't care about Lady Mishap for the moment. She's been criticising
me at a whim. She's quite driven me to stalk the kitchen. And not only to stalk for food.
Darling Bell: Ah, I see?
Lord Slimly: What do you see? Pray tell me.
Darling Bell: Oh, lets SEE inside the house again and we can dislike Lady Mishap some more.
Lord Slimly: Whatto! You've just named my new hobby.