Now, I can drink any man under the table. Or male, if you aren't a human. But only one can slip between my sheets. And I can promise it isn't you. Unless you share two initials with my son.
I do not mean to trouble you with such grievous requests as this, but I have been made aware you are a practitioner in the art of growing flowers.
If they are available, I was wondering if you might provide them for the memorial I am planning for the dead ones of the island.
Thank you,
Turgon