"I guess now we... are... are...
"Freinds!"
Enkidu announced with a joyful face, pouring himself another cup of tea, and as he poured, he saw the pale-skin beauty was looking at him intently. She was nervously twirling her frizzy hair around.
Sneaking glances at him now and then, evidently embarrassed as she claimed.
"Ahh. Hmmm! Hahah... Please accept thy apologies in advance; you know, thine great self has never genuinely or truly had an equal I can calleth a friend, therefore thou'rt is thine first friend; dost it is an odd feeling, to say the least."
Said Beatrice, attempting to explain why she was so fidgety, if not vividly nervous, to which Enkidu responded as follows.
