"Oh you know how that goes. Constantly fighting off the adoring fans. 'Please sign my chest, Oliver!' they scream, but I manage to fight them off. No, I've been just practicing and baking cookies, the life of a domesticated man, Georgie. Speaking of..." he said, spying the camillas under George's stool.
"What are those? Taking up flower arranging or practicing for our upcoming nuptials?"