"Oh, I am. I'm secretly a lost prince, you see, the well-bred scion of royalty -- someday I'll return home and claim my usurped throne." Theo grinned. He wasn't even trying to sell this lie, of course. "I can always save a position for you in the palace when I do. How does royal chef sound?"
Theo sighed. "I'd protest, but I never argue with anything that keeps my blood where it belongs."
The song went well, and so did the onions: Theo was most of the way through the second stack by now.
can't say good morning without lying twice
