Erec leans across the desk to grab his own pen.
Erec: ‘Scuse me!
Erec, writing: What’s your name?
Charlie, writing: Charlotte, but I like Charlie better.
Erec, writing: I’ll call you Charlie, then.
Charlie,  writing: Are you a prince?
Erec, writing: No, but I live near the palace. My cousins are princes — not me.
Charlie, writing: That’s OK, I’m not a prince either.
Erec: Hah!