entre caníbales

one thing about working at the castle is that you cannot talk shit without it feeling like courtly intrigue. yes yes miss chamber maid i did see that the castle governor himself lingered too long a time in the queen’s apartments with his tour and that her highness the princess had to prolong her stay in the antechamber. a governor! making a princess stall! he is too big for his breeches i say

i think lembas bread was just a type of baklava. one tiny baklava bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.

you know it’s one thing to be touched against your will. it’s bad enough. but i just got the worst version of it: someone who grabbed me and didn’t let go when I tried to pull away

we had our final summer workers’ party last night and that always includes putting on some kind of show. this year we made a sexualised version of our daily family friendly play ft. heated rivalry Yuri between two knights and our Merlin character wearing fishnets and being the king’s lover. and we couldn’t figure out an ending for the show so we did a Monty python and had a ton of “american wedding guests” with cowboy hats and champagne glasses crash the show so when they refused to leave, a fight broke out