Author's Note: I'm not usually a fan of dialogue-only stories, but these two just wouldn't be written any other way.This is silly, silly, silly fluff, so be warned. :D

"Cor."

"Mmph."

"Cor."

"Uhhhhh."

"COR!"

"OWW!"

"Splendid, you're awake. Chop-chop now, lots to do--"

"What?"

"There's a state feast tonight."

"I fail to see what that has to do with your giving me a beastly bruise."

"Cor. A feast is the perfect occasion for us to--"

"What, dress up like a pair of great toads so that stuffy old ladies can simper at us? No thank you. I'm going back to sleep, so go away, if you please."

"It is your duty, Cor, as future king--"

"I say, you promised you'd not bring that up! Especially not so early in the morning."

"Oh, do shut it and let a fellow finish his thought! It is your duty as future king to cause as much mayhem and mischief as possible. Heaps of fun."

"I thought it was princes that had all the fun."

"It is. But Cor, you're not king yet. Which is all the more reason for you to have fun while you still can."

"How dreadfully encouraging you are."

"It'll be an adventure! You know. Pranking, wreaking havoc . . . jolly good fun."

"Sounds more like a death wish."

"We won't be killed, Cor. Captured? Reprimanded? Possibly. The risk is part of the experience."

"Explain to me why this is a good idea?"

"Taking risks is part of becoming a man."

"Oh, well, when you put it that way, Sir Man . . ."

"I'm going to be magnanimous and assist you."

"Force me, you mean."

"If you don't come along, I'll--I'll--"

"Knock me down, yes. That's rather impossible at the moment, as I'm already in a recumbent position."

"Impossible, eh?"

"Fine! Fine! Put your fist down! I'll help."

That night . . .

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. I'm a dead prince. Father'll have my head for this, and you'll be king, Corin."

"I say, you're dreadful morbid, Cor. I don't suppose it could be the olives you had for breakfast?"

"This is no time for jesting!"

"You're right. Oho, did you see her face? This is brilliant!"

"Stop laughing like a fool, Corin, they'll catch us. And this adventure isn't agreeing with me at all. I think I shall be sick."

"Buck up, old chap. We've only just exchanged the sugar for salt. Hardly adventurous at all. We're going to put flour in everyone's hair next. A dandruff epidemic!"

"..."

"I say, I don't know how you ever survived your real adventures if you're cowed by a bit of culinary mischief."

"I had to. I didn't risk my neck for fun, unlike some people."

"A little fear is healthy for the immune system. King Edmund told me so. By the by, do you know what an immune system is?"

"No, and I don't really care to."

"Oh, Aravis's spotted us! Quick--hide the flour sack--"

"She doesn't look pleased."

"Perhaps she sampled the cake."

"I shall be sick."

"You already said that, and you shall be nothing of the kind. Take it like a man!"

"I'm a boy."

"Yes, well, just pretend."