Amesbury Convent, England. Guinevere & Lancelot meet one last time. We looked at one another a long time. Then he went on one knee, took my hand, and pressed it to his lips. I caressed his black head, wondering desperately why I should feel so pained by the silver threads I found there. He led me to a bench and we sat silent, looking at one another in a kind of quiet desperation, because we had said goodbye forever, long ago. — Queen of Camelot, Nancy McKenzie
So. Who broke it? I'm not mad. I just want to know.
I did. I broke it...
No. No, you didn't. Hideyoshi?
Don't look at me. Look at Toshiie.
What?! I didn't break it.
Huh. That's weird. How did you even know it was broken!
Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
No it's not!
If it matters, probably not... Lady Oichi was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Katsuie!
Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Milord.
No. Who broke it?
[whispering] Milord, Ieyasu's been awfully quiet...
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.