A lively conversation betwixt the two

"Yea, fair maiden, I beg for a moment of your time and attention."

"Good sir, you have as you ask. What, pray tell, dost thou wish of me?

"Fair maiden, I desire for us to partake of the victuals that are proffered by our generous host, Miss Kara. To dine, to sup, to feast upon the bounty of the land and sea."

"Good sir, I am honored by your request."

"Then, dear maiden, let us repair to the table festooned with crackers of graham and juice of the apple."

"Good sir, though it would be my honor to accompany you forthwith, I must decline. For, you see, I dine with Elgin of the house of Stuart this day."

"Egad, fair maiden. You dishonor yourself by keeping such company. He is a scoundrel, and verily doth intrude upon my duties and actions. A pox upon you both."

"Dear sir, you are most unkind to Elgin of the house of Stuart. He is a gentleman through and through."

"He is a blaggard, maiden. He doth push me on the ground of play the day past. Here, do you see the scars from his attack?"

"Is there, perhaps, sir, jealousy that he doth know his numbers to ten and counts them with ease? Where you, sir, are lock-jawed, a dullard to the numbers?"

"How dare you, maiden. My mastery of numbers and letters comes in due time, with due practice. You speak with forked tongue. You wreak of that which can be found in the pasture, deposited from the grazing bovines!"

"Accursed sir, you betray your own foolish. For it is you that one can smell from a great distance. You wear the stains of your meals upon your shirt like a hog from the slop. You are an immeasurable jester for which I am glad to part from. Begone to your cot of sleep, to nap there is your loneliness!"

"Cursed and infernal maiden, be gone! I shall seek the intervention of Miss Kara. No one speaks to Brendon of the house of Cole with such foulness."

"I would caution you to watch your tongue, foul sir. You besmirch my good name."

"Your good name? The good name of Juniper of the house of Berraclough? What good name have you, maiden? You are a putrid enchantress, bewitching and beguiling. It is black magic, aye, the blackest of which you spin in the room, enticing the dim and dull to do your bidding. Thusly, Juniper of the house of Berraclough, I curse your name. I shall dine apart, forever."

"Brendon of the house of Cole, you show thine true self. A black soul you keep. Do unto yourself as you do unto me."

"I reply, Juniper of the house of Berraclough, that your devilish entreaties will find no purchase on mine ears."

"Begone, foul sir."