The King of Town was standing in his castle eating pea repellent when the Hornblower approached him.
"Sire, it seems we have located your daughter," said the Hornblower.
"Daughter? Is that some kind of Scouse after dinner mint?" asked the King of Town.
"No, sire, you have an heiress," said the Hornblower.
"Sorry, fifths are my limits on heiresses," said the King of Town. "I learned that lesson the hard way when I ate eight heiresses in one second!"
"What the crap are you talking about? I mean, sire, walk this way."
"I would but I don't have any visible legs," said the King of Town, and he followed the Hornblower to Marzipan's house.
The King of Town knocked on Marzipan's door.
"The King of Town? What do you want?" asked Marzipan. "Don't you know I'm still angry at you after you ate all my animal welfare conscious slaughterhouse improvements?"
"I don't eat nothing!" said the King of Town. "You're my daughter and I'm your father!"
"What? That's preposterous!" said Marzipan. "I come from a long line of vegetarians!"
"I ate a vegetable once," said the King of Town. "Actually, it was a wedge of a table. Boo!"
"I find your feeble attempts to win my respect for the Free Country USA monarchy feeble," said Marzipan. "Even if you got the Poopsmith to use his whatsit as fertilizer for a change, you still would have zero appeal to me."
"But you can't hate the monarchy!" said the King of Town. "You're the princess!"
"Even if I were your daughter, I would refuse to be a princess!" said Marzipan. "It's a title with an enforced gender role!"
"How about duchess?" asked the King of Town.
"It's still not gender neutral," said Marzipan.
"Heiress?" asked the King of Town.
"Nope," said Marzipan.
"Earless?" asked King of Town.
"Well, I don't have ears, that's true," said Marzipan. "But don't think that I identify as your daughter! I would rather identify as the daughter of Homsar and Humidibot!"
The King of Town hung his head low. "I guess nothing will convince you," he said.
"Are you convinced?" asked Marzipan.
"No, I just was saying that you were my daughter because the Hornblower told me you were."
The Hornblower looked over his notes. "Actually, there has been a slight error in pronunciation on my part. The King of Town's daughter is actually the almond confection known as marzipan."
"Oh! I give birth to confectionary on an hourly basis!" said the King of Town. "It's been a side effect of that blood sugar surgery I underwent last year at Bubs' medical clinic! Sorry to waste your time, Marzipan!" He and the Hornblower began to walk back to the castle.
"Apology not accepted," muttered Marzipan, and went back into her house.