As Main moved to cross the cobble stone bridge, the troll stopped him. "You answered the questions, but you still need a passport, and a visa. Documents please."

Main's heart galloped in his chest. "Wha? But I-"

There was a long pause, then rumbling laughter bubbled from the troll's mouth. "I'm only messing with you, love."

"Love?!" The troll had shockingly familiar facial features.

"My name's Phyllis," she said flatly. "But it's nice that you're going to visit my nephew. He's been ever so lonely."

"Stop-" she pointed at Bevan, who had taken to clinging to Main's arm, "You must answer the questions three also. What... is your name?"

"Bevan."

She sighed. "No last name? Typical lack of character development. What... is your quest 'Bevan'?"

"To assist Main with... things?" Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Vague, but I'll let it pass. What... is the airspeed velocity of an unladen fan-girl?"

Bevan gulped. "What do you mean? Undead or frenzied?"

Phyllis scoffed."I don't know!" She shook her head. "I'm not paid enough for this; just cross the bridge already. Don't tell my supervisor."

*

Main grinned proudly. "Come, squire Bevan! Ready my coconuts!"

Bevan - confused, but resigning himself to these sorts of things - produced two coconut halves from out of nowhere. He clumped them together, and he and Main 'galloped' away.