'And we've never met before?' Queen Phoebe asked.
'Quite certain,' Flossie bleated.
'Sure?' Queen Phoebe asked.
'Sure!' Flossie bleated.
Queen Phoebe took a long hard look at Flossie.
'................................On we go then!'
'Tis very generous of you to let us be here,' Flossie said. 'The whole film crew feel very honoured.'
'Well,' Queen Phoebe replied, 'when one got your request One chatted it over with One's hubby, I do love him so, and he was right up for it.'
'Considerate of you both.' Flossie added.
'Phoebekins, he said,' Queen Phoebe continued, 'if this don't get us a couple of pages in the colour supplements I'll eat me crown and the readies will come in handy as well.'
'Most astute!' Flossie replied.
'He's like that,' Queen Phoebe said, 'but do the tabloids bother to mention it? Years of astuteness and they don't print a smidge but give 'em a hint of scandal and it's front page time and no mistake.'
'Shame!' Flossie cried.
Queen Phoebe shook her head. 'What we don't endure and all for the sake of running half a dozen islands and a tiny 73 room castle.'
'Well, there'll be no scandal where we're concerned,' Flossie assured.
'Nice to hear it,' Queen Phoebe replied. 'The island is yours, go where you wish, film as you please. Only One would be grateful if you could keep the peasants out of shot and if you could just find the smallest cameo?'
'I was hoping to ask you,' Flossie bleated. 'I have just the role in mind.'
'One would have to keep the crown on,' Queen Phoebe said.
'Not a problem!' Flossie said. 'Not a problem at all!'
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