for every king that dies, they would crown another

“For a sacred duty you’re a bit rubbish at it.”

“Yeah well, I’m adopted. It’s not a gift that comes naturally."

“Your reputation and personality?”

“I didn’t come over here to be roasted, Ants, I just wanted some advice.”

“I’m preparing– preparing you for the worst.”

“I’m not really that horrible of a choice for boyfriend for her, am I? I’m a good-looking, financially stable, employed guy that’s madly in love with their daughter. What’s there to hate?”

“This is my first Valentine’s Day in like three years where I haven’t been single.”

“Really? I didn’t think dogs would go for broccoli so much. Or any vegetable, really. Maybe she’ll eat them if I tell her that your dog like them. She loves dogs.”

“He’s a weird dog, he’ll eat just about anything. Cauliflower is his favorite.” Hercules chuckles. “That’s an interesting technique to get a kid to eat broccoli, but I  approve.”

“It’s true! That’s not my fault.”

“It’s mean, though. You’re bullying me.”

“Why not?  I’d say I’m a pretty honest bloke.”  He said dryly, though smirked and proceeded to clutch at his chest, feigning hurt. 

“You’re a pretty something bloke. I have yet to decide what exactly.”

“Well, she is six, so a broccoli floating about and tapping her mother on the head is the height of wit. So I think she wouldn’t have given it to a pet even if we had one.”

“I mean she’s not wrong, that is pretty funny. Ah, don’t let her meet my dumbass dog, then. Galileo loves broccoli.” 

“Because you’ve been dating her for two seconds and her parents don’t like you.”

“Harsh, Ants, jeez.”

“I mean yeah, but really?” They shake their head. “Claire and David won’t be happy.”