Sir Lachlan Morrison:
They're both perfect. I was afraid we'd have to look further afield this year. What a little star, especially if she can sing. And rather beautiful, too.
Lady Delia Morrison:
In a corn-fed, apple-cheeks sort of way.
Sir Lachlan Morrison:
A perfect mate for a cowboy, then.
Lady Delia Morrison:
Absolutely. I bet she smells of the dairy, a musky bush, milky tits, and just a hint of warm cow shit behind the ears.
Sir Lachlan Morrison:
So you approve of her, then?
Lady Delia Morrison:
Oh, and that poor Steve, wearing that ridiculous silver ring and waiting 'til his wedding day. It really is another world over there in America, isn't it?
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