Enter A Materialising Maid

Anorexia: Rite, I'm a scullery maid.
Lord Slimly: Uggggh, owwweeeee.
Anorexia: What pray are you doing getting thru that big catflap?
Lord Slimly: I only wish the tabby was more tubby then I wouldn't have to wish I had an even
slimmer tummy.
Anorexia: Lord Slimly isn't it? I'm so glad to meet you.
Lord Slimly: You sound like you want my autograph. I only give that to the bank cashier. And
how did you know my name? This is so very queer.
Anorexia: I couldn't had said it better.
Lord Slimly: What?
Anorexia: I mean you're so famos aren't you Lord Slimly, it no wonder that I've heard of you?
Lord Slimly: Well, yes, I do like to think I spread pretty far.
Anorexia: You're fame is quite fat I'd say.
Lord Slimly: I'd plump for the word plump I think.
Anorexia: You're quite rite, I think I'll cross that out.
Lord Slimly: Are you sure you're made to be a maid. You do seem awfuly discombobulated.
Anorexia: What does that mean?
Lord Slimly: I'm not sure. I'm always trying to impress women with long words and I read it
just in a book. You do like to read don't you?
Anorexia: Oh, I like to write more books than I read. That's the definition of a writer I think.
Lord Slimly: Well, don't give up the day job.
Anorexia: Actualy writing is my day job. I'm just filling in her on maidal duties.
Lord Slimly: Well, can you direct me to the conservatory from here?
Anorexia: Ah, yes, you'll want to meet up with Lady Mishap.
Lord Slimly: Not necessarily. Lady Gently is there also.
Anorexia: Do you hate her?
Lord Slimly: No
Anorexia: Well it can't be she you're looking for then.
Lord Slimly: I think Lady Gently does hate me tho.
Anorexia: Ah, we have a problem then.
Lord Slimly: Pardon?
Anorexia: Third on the rite. After the busk of Sarah Siddons.
Lord Slimly: Thank you. I bid you good day.
Anorexia:Yes, bye.........hmmm not so good day. Lady Gently hating Lord Slimly? Therefore
meaning that she loves him. Must get Lady Mishap to the forefront of his affections quick smart,
but how so? Let me think.