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"Clarus, where is my bumbershoot?"
"Pardon, Your Majesty. You're... what?"
"My bumbershoot, Clarus! Gods, don't you know anything?"
"...I have never heard of that word in my entire life."
"Now, I am bumbershooterless and I have a fool of a Shield!"
"Would you stop saying the word 'bumbershoot' and tell me what exactly it is that you're looking for!?"
"My umbrella, Clarus! Bumbershoot is another word for umbrella!"
"..."
"Clarus? Why are you turning pale? And why is your eye twitching? You're looking even more foolish."
"...Apologies. I must go. Locate a certain Marshal. And have a firm talk. About sharing dictionary apps. With the King."
"But what about my bumbershoot, Clarus! How am I to face the outdoors?"
"IT'S NOT EVEN RAINING TODAY!"