That is perfectly normal... Maybe.

Adrian and Sir Lancelot...and Guenevere.

"Your horse got lose!
And messed up my garden!"
Adrian yelled and slammed the door.

"Why isn't Lancelot wearing cloths?"
Adrian asked and helped herself to some lemonade.
Then she flopped down on the sofa next to Lancelot.

"I am in my house, and I am trying to thread a needle."
Adrian grabs the needle and thread and sows on the button.
"I hope this is for your shorts." she adds.

"Look at this..." Guenevere hands a shopping list to Adrian.
Reads the list and comes to this: "Jew, Jew I spit on you."
"I found this in a cart at my car at Walmart."

"That's awful! Did you show it to a manager?"
Adrian queried.
"No. I just went on with my shopping..."

"What do you think of my khaki shorts?"
Lancelot modeled the shorts topless and with bare feet.
"Did you hear what Guenevere said?" Adrian asked.

"What do you want to do about it?" Lancelot asked Adrian.
She whooshed a silent whistle...
"Typical... man?" Adrian stumbled her words.