Held a most ego-enhancing conversation with Sir Porter today.
(Sir Porter! I remember when first meeting him, a ratty new kid in town! How quickly they grow up, sniff.)
He’s got quite the honeyed tongue on him that one. Buttered me up just good he did. Sir Porter relayed that a certain master Troubadour said good things about me. Which of course made me all pleased both with Sir Porter and with said master Troubadour – a most successful buttering-up as far as butterings go. Then again I was always a sucker for flattery.
Sir Porter then finished up by giving me a moldy fish. Flattery perfected. Lemme tell ya, that man was born to be a knight.
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