Rose managed to pout while sprinting. "You've got no taste."
"Taste has nothing to do with it! The natives here communicate by colour, and you've just made a really unfortunate statement."
Rose looked down at the Union Jack across her chest. "Oh. What did I say, then?"
"That you were an underslimed creature risen from the sea who would conquer the world while drinking boiled leaves and inviting challengers from all comers who you would prong with your three-pointed pronging-stick."
"Oh."
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