{Disclaimer: I do not own any part of "Jane and the Dragon."}

"Jane, you inspire me."

"How so?"

"For starters, you have inspired what is likely to be my grandest tale."

"And that tale is?"

"Your very life, Lady Knight! Not often does a scribe have a chance to write about the first of something. There are so few firsts left in the world—although, that pig over there…she may be the first of her kind. Look at those muscles work! Mmm, so—"

"Jester!"

"I am being perfectly serious! That pig knows she looks delic—I mean—fit."

"Of course you are. Does Smithy know that you think his pig is so…fit?"

"Do not look at me like that, Jane; I was merely jesting! But—but think of it with me! Think of the story! Imagine our posterity reading of it! A Smith and His Pig. The readers shall think it delicious."

"Jester!"

"Yes, quite amazing, is it not? The world shall ne'er forget it."

"Most certainly. Come, Pig Man, let us—"

"Pig Man? Jane, you wound me!"

"So, you do not wish to have dinner with me?"

"No, I shall find my own way, my pig traits and I."

"In that case, I suppose I shall have to eat your portion too."

"Then who is the true pig?"

"Jester!"

"This is the third time in our conversation that you have said my name that way. I fear fate has placed me on a dangerous course."

"Do not make me say it a fourt—"

"Ah, Jane, I do believe it is time for dinner. Shall we go?"

"Finally."

"That is not a 'Yes' or 'No.'"

"Jes—"

"But it is indeed good enough! Let us go!"