There could be. [Settling back into bed and doing his best to hold back a yawn.] Once upon a time there was a prince. He was next in line to the crown and felt the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. Unsure of his ability to rule as his father had before him he sought council with a soothsayer.
Soothsayers aren’t even real.
[ 'Tell me a story with dragons but don't include something as impossible and ridiculous as an individual able to predict the future', a book by Jasmine Pond. ]
Okay, sorry, continue.
I’m sorry. [No he’s not.] A real story, huh? [Slinging an arm around her.] What about a princess that saves a prince?
As long as there are dragons involved, I’m sold.
Once upon a time there was a girl who travelled through time. She was a demanding, fiery woman who would often times wake her boyfriend from a dead sleep to tell stories? [An attempt was made.]
That was awful. Non-fiction has never really appealed to me.
Course it ‘s. You can add more layers, look like a Yeti, an’ be toasty. But if ‘s too ‘ot out you can only take off so much before you get your arse arrested.
Or, you know—Air conditioning. Swimming. All that good stuff.
You should’ve ‘eard mum’s dad complaining abou’ it… [Making a face.] Not a fan of it meself though. Nice of you to drop in, by the way.
Cold is always going to be way better than super hot.