Part 375: Frederick A

Frederick!

Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?

Not yet, but it's about to.

Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.

You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?

If it is in my power to do so.

Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.

Do we need to secure more supplies?

Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.

You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive.

(...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day? Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge? Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)

Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about?

I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step.

So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.

Er, what?

I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...

Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account forth possibility that I might refuse you invitation!

No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds-chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.

I... see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to grid myself and submit to this, er, liaison.

But only on one condition: you must tell ME of YOUR love life.

Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!