"Yeah, actually, that sounds a lot like what she'd do, except for that last part. I should say, she might try saying that but then she'd go an trip over her own legs or something."

One might have thought this was an insult, but there was no mistaking that air of a grin there, that knowledge that it was accepted, even endearing.

"How do you manage to get all the food? Servants? Like, that are prinnies, who don't ruin it all?"