alot of crankiness

[It's the Nasty Forest! It's dark and grotty here and there's bears and foxes and whales and such. It's a lovely day and there's squirrels fistfighting with birds and everything and there is also Queen Elizabeth, the first one, who is standing next to a picnic basket. She looks cross. Her ruff? ENORMOUS. It's so majestic that it pokes up above the treetops a little bit.]

MY BELOVED PEOPLE

That doesn't do anything, which makes her angry. That usually does something, when she says that.

OI

Still nothin'.

I'M NOT HAVING A BLOODY PICNIC BY MYSELF

Oh for fuck's sake. She huffs down in the middle of her skirt, which could harbor two cars and a cow, and gets stuck into one of the teacakes. There's brandy too, she'll probably start on that later.