“Husband, what is it?” Queen Ellimayee looked on as her husband, King Rabletop III emerged from the store and stood at the top of the steps, his hands out in front of him.
“This store is rubbish!” He declared. “Not a grape in sight. Nor a pear. Nor a, erm, banana-thing.”
Ellimayee rolled her eyes. “Please, husband, when we get back to the Palace of the Sands, please consult the Book of Thoth once again. This is the home furnishings store. The fruit merchant is next door.”
Disgruntled, Rabletop screwed his face. “Please tell me again, wife, why we have come shopping and not commanded our servants to do so for us?”
“Because, husband, you said you wanted to get out with the people more.”
“Indeed I did,” Rabletop thumbed to the store behind him, “but I meant by getting out in the sun to give our commandments, not this!”