Ooh, my love.

Ooh, my love. The selkie keeps leaving damp cloaks on my good chairs. Like a tidal wave comes through every morning. I heard that. Stop calling me Ursula! Someone! The baby dragon drank my entire stock of lavender syrup. Passed out in the garden. Just one snore and there goes my rutabagas. I'm so sorry if there a feather or two in your pastry. The griffin has been molting by the case all morning. The gnomes keep trying to measure me for something. No! Get off of my skirt! I don't know what they're planning for me, and at this point, I'm too scared to ask. You ask? You ask! I started a suggestion box. You know, to boost morale. I can already tell you how this is gonna go. Alright, first one. Leadership lacks whimsy. I mix fairy dust into your sugar cubes. How much more whimsy do you people want? You say cozy. Too much. Too much. That's fair. That's fair. Uh, it looks like the dragons are requesting open flame privileges. We've talked about this. If you want that privilege, you have to extend it to everyone. Including selkies. No offence, but do you think that will go well for you? Tea should be served in thimbles. Who suggested this? Was it you? I thought so. I'll see what I can do. Aah How's your day going, my friend?