"Oh yes, a dragoness, quite good with her steel fang. Won the grand melee, but then few even compete for the pint sized melee. And oh yes, saying it with flowers works, for love is like a red red rose....beloved of the Queen of Hearts and dripping paint. Now," He says their handshake over he points "Over yonder is the Ayrie where all the turkeys are kept, and below the kennels where the cats are caged all under the eye of the ever effusive Sergei Sir. If you see a lad with a glass arm, that's the Regent's squire. Now I think she should get a spare, you know, in case he goes flat...but a nice fellow anyway"