Hail Flora! What brings ye here?
Muirshe show'd me tlie way,
God bless Muirshe! A fine chap that he is. What is yer purpose here?
Och, tis lave wi' me ye wish tae ken, Laird.
Love? Ahhh...Are ye perhaps lookin' for some Scottish Tartan pleasure, m'lady? grins mischievously
Och, Mr. Jamesie, dinnae fash! Dae ye think I've come tae play at who can peel a neep quicker? Nay, I am abreen wi' the fresh air an' sweet blooms!
Well lass, I'm sure we can find more pleasurable activities than peelin' neeps! Care tae join me fer a wee walk through the glen? smirks
Och, Mr. Jamesie, I wad love tae.
Ahh, ye're a bonnie lass! grabs her hand and leads her down the hillside Come along then! We'll walk hand in hand through this beautiful glen.
Och, but ye caught me in a thrapple!
My apologies, ma'am! Are ye alright? Did I hurt ye? Are ye feelin' faint? Please forgive me! bows head
Ye got me in a rumple, laddie. I am no' hurt.
Thank the Lord! Ye may forgive me fer catchin' ye in a thrapple, lass. I'm sure a bonnie lass such as yerself deserves better treatment! smiles sheepishly
An' dinnae ye worry, Mr. Jamesie, I can gie as good as I get!
I believe ye, my dear! raises his eyebrows Perhaps one day ye'll be testin' yer mettle against mine on the battlefield.
Och, dinnae tempt me sae! Ye ken I'm nae fighter, just a cùpla grains in an auld basket!
Lass, ye underestimate yerself! Ye may no' ken it but ye possess strength greater than yer small frame suggests!
Mon, Mr. Jamesie, ye make me blush wi' yer words!
Ye are quite lovely when ye blush, lass! But enough o' talk o' battles an' ye kens what they say about me, Jamie the Lad.