'Are you sure you're sure?' asked Norma.
'But of course!' replied Camille. 'Myself and ma little students are as one in this matter, although clearly their parents must never find out.'
'I'm still not convinced that running a school is any sort of preparation for running a prison.'
'Oh! You'd be surprised,' replied Camille.
'But they're a flock of hardened criminals with a long history of nefarious activities,' added Norma.
'And I am but a teacher with a plastic ruler and a deeply rooted hostility towards a society that I feel 'as failed to provide me with a better lot in life,' replied Camille.
'You have a point,' conceded Norma, 'and it would save us from having to take them all the way back to King Otto's.'
'And I get the cheap labour that is vital to ma vineyard,' replied Camille. '...........Not that this thought 'as 'ad any influence over me......................Not at all.......................In no way.'
'And you're confident you can keep them under control?'
'Oh yes! In ma country we have very strict prisons. They will be expected to work for maybe 3 hours a day and at lunchtimes there will be only a choice of 5 soft cheeses and 4 wines.'
'That doesn't sound that tough?'
'One of the wines will be an unchilled rose!'
'I pity them,' said Norma.
'And yet this is the price they must pay for straying beyond the law,' mooed Camille.
'So, I guess all that remains is for us to say goodbye and wish you well?'
'Indeed!' replied Camille. 'Until we inevitably meet once more in some bizarre and poorly plotted adventure.'
And so, with hugs and kisses on both cheeks (which Norma found slightly unnecessary) the two friends parted.
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