Sir Ronald scratched his head perplexedly, his forehead painfully furrowed. Then he brightened up.

“I could loose some weight!” He declared, his smile bright enough to light a palace.

Cindy sighed. “It’s all right, dear. Let it go. Now that you’re here, you might as well be brought up to speed. I am an outlaw of dubious virginity, and I am living here in Gaspard’s Symbiotic Dragonhome, which I stole.”

Sir Ronald was taken aback. “What, you stole the whole thing? But this is a small mansion! How could a fair person of your size, a mere lady-girl…”

“It started out much smaller, Sir Ronald,” said Cindy through clenched teeth. “Anyway, I managed to fight off the enraged Duke, the original owner of the Dragonhome. Now Lionel and I are on our way to Steakxas, where we are going to feast on delicious processed meats. And you, apparently, are coming with us.”

Sir Ronald and Cindy sat in silence for some time. Then Sir Ronald started singing. Recrimination was swift.