[Thank you for sympathizing with his plight, Hilda, instead of doing something much more Hilda-like, like saying "zurple" and giggling into the boxed wine. He's thankful.]
A prize...?
[He taps his cheap ballpoint pen, the only kind he can afford, and Considers this humble suggestion. It's true, he's a luxury etc, etc, but is it gauche to call oneself a prize in a literal auction? It might be.
But for Hilda he will jot it down in the corner anyway, and then take a long, long sip of wine.]
Noted! We'll circle back to the issue of rhyming later.
je refuse bee poem!!
A prize...?
[He taps his cheap ballpoint pen, the only kind he can afford, and Considers this humble suggestion. It's true, he's a luxury etc, etc, but is it gauche to call oneself a prize in a literal auction? It might be.
But for Hilda he will jot it down in the corner anyway, and then take a long, long sip of wine.]
Noted! We'll circle back to the issue of rhyming later.