“Do people still write on that stuff?” Schwarz Tauptinker asked.
King Arthur shrugged. “Yes and no. Only if you want to be formal, would you write on one of these.”
Schwarz laughed. “And I never want to be formal, so…!”
King Arthur waited for Schwarz to finish his sentence, but he didn’t, so Arthur finished it for him.
“So chickit,” Schwarz corrected. “What you writing?”
“This is a note,” Arthur replied.
“Didn’t I know that?” Schwarz asked.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care!” Arthur was getting a bit angry, and his face was flushing slightly.
A courier type of fellow came in, and Arthur handed him the note.
“News?” Arthur asked.
“He’ll be there,” the courier replied.
“Now that’s good,” Arthur said. “P.VJ will learn not to steal from me.”
“He stole from you?” Schwarz asked. “You know, I think he’s too dull to steal from anyone.”
“Is that so…?” Arthurs said, eyeing Schwarz.
“Yeah really no!”
The courier nodded, and departed.
“Drinking something?” Schwarz asked.
“Tell me why I’d tell you any of our plans?”
“‘Cause I’ll warn P.VJ if you don’t!”
“Fine. He stole a purple ring from me, and I want it back. So, at the royal ball tomorrow, two agents I hired will nab him. Satisfied?”
Schwarz was quiet for a moment longer, then he said, “Hey, can I have a scroll?”
“I want to do a secret agent thingy too!”