[She's just going to stand here, cross-armed, one eyebrow so high it could reach the heavens. Watch your step.

And now he's quoting things.]

Haggard? Now you listen here- the Shakespeare festival is one season, so you can cut all that royal crap out. I'm a full-time mom and full-time author; I'm going to be worn out.

[This is a woman who's been pregnant for nine months, given birth to something the size of a small football, raised said (loved) child, dealt with said child's crap, cleaned up after said child, and god knows what else. She isn't ready to deal with a strange, deluded man's crap.

Her voice settles to reply to the next bit, warning having been given out.]

Some fairy Other Mother, apparently.