"May I have your name?" the faerie said.
"William," she said with a smile.
"Ah ah!" The faerie gave a wicked laugh. "I have your name! Now no-one will call you by it!"
"Thank you," she said.
"To win it back, you must- what?"
"I will find me a new one," she said, "one that suits me better."
"I worry about the prince," the king said.
"What is the issue?" said the witch.
"We held balls with all eligible ladies, but he found none. So we held tourneys, with all eligible knights. Still none."
"There are those who seek none."
"So none can turn his head?"
"Perhaps. Ask him."
"Amazing!"
"Why are they calling me an Evil Overlord?" the Evil Overlord said.
"There is a saying that 'evil starts with treating people as things'," a minion said.
"So? I treat all people with dignity and respect!"
"You often change your definition of who's 'people', though."
"Doesn't everybody?"
It's a sensitive subject among dragons, hoards. It's not polite to admit you compare sizes, though most do. And questioning another dragon's choice of subject is just not done.
Except... hoards are, above all else, meant to be valuable.
"Face it, Fafnir. It was a fad."
"I love my Beanie Babies!"
"I am actually a princess," the frog said.
"Oh no!" said the prince.
"My curse can only be lifted by a prince listening to me."
"Of course," said the prince, and bent down with puckered lips.
"What are you doing?!"
"Kissing you, like you asked!"
"No!"
The frog hopped away, muttering.
