“Can I have a piggyback ride?”
The Captain thought about it for a moment. It had been almost a year since he and his brigade first arrived at this castle, and Merlot hadn’t gotten any smaller. In fact, one could say she had gotten a lot larger. She was now nearly a foot taller than he was, and a few pounds heavier than him. A few dozen, actually, if one wanted to be a little more accurate.
“Don’t you think you’re a bit too big for me to give you a piggyback ride? I’m not overflowing with unlimited power, despite my marvelously toned physique.” He said the latter in a tone only his closest friends could identify as somewhat sarcastic. Merlot had figured out how to pick up on this only recently.
“But.. No one else can do it! Come on! I’ll let you play dress up with me later!” She thought this was a perfectly irresistible offer, as it was one of her favorite pastimes.
“By “Dress up”, do you mean the thing when you make your servants wear those embarrassing maid outfits? The servants aren’t even French, you know.” He wasn’t too sure what French was, but he read in some book in the library that it was the style of outfit Merlot usually subjected her servants to.
As she thought of her response, he picked her up from behind and allowed her to come to a textbook piggyback position.
“I will consider your generous offer of dress up, Lady Merlot, but for now, where shall we head?”
This question was far easier to answer than the previous, since she already had a destination in mind.
The Captain shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Merlot, we had lunch only a few hours ago. How about a new destination?”
“To the pre-dinner meal!”
This response was met with a hearty chuckle from the Captain, and the journey to the Pre-Dinner Meal (which was Definitely Not Lunch) began.
Part 3 of a story about Merlot's fourth meal, by