Phoebe: Hey, Loser! Don't forget my birthday is coming soon. I'm having a party.

Arthur: I remember, Phoebe. It's mine too, you know.

Phoebe: .... Well, I'm older!

Arthur: Only by five minutes, and only because I let you be this time.

Phoebe... That's not how that works!

So, I’m mostly done with My Lost Arthur, and I heard this argument in my head from Olisbeth and Arthur while working on the ending.   'Dear Arthur… you realize we spent a book about me, and this second book focuses on your story. So, when is it coming out? I’m anxious!’ “My Lady Olives, the second book digs deep into my dark secrets. I don’t know if the world can handle it.” 'Horse snot! You’re just afraid it will make you look bad.’ “Olisbeth, true. I do go on quite a romp this time. But it’s not my fault! Honest!”

Phoebe pops in. ‘Blaming Hermes again?’ *Arthur Nods* ‘Tacky. You should have never let him run your bachelor party. You’re leaving our readers on a never-ending cliffhanger because you don’t want people to find out your deepest secrets? I could blow them for you, my Sister.’