- Did you hear about m’lady?

- No, what?

- She is with child!

- No! By whom?

- Let’s just say it rhymes with the Shmuke of Blessex.

- But he’s dead! I knew she was a witch.

- Sorry, Arch-shmuke of Blessex. She is a witch, though.

- Well of course. Hairlines like that don’t come from our Lord.

- How is y’lady?

- Not without her own troubles.

- Allow me to guess. Her husband and her handmaid Catherine?

- How did you know? Are you a witch too?!

- Oh I beg of thee. Catherine? More like Mouthmaid.

- Can you blame her? Have you seen the Arch-shmuke?

- Indeed. More power to her, I say.

- Speaking of, if you are a witch, you can tell me because, well, *wink*