[There’s a strong-looking young man in metal armor carrying a plate with a huge slice of cherry pie wandering the garden as if looking for something (or someone?) and he happens to have stumbled upon your little hideaway in his efforts, Sally. He stares for a moment and then:]
Hey ar’oo ohkey?
[…Maybe, just maybe, he should take the fork out of his mouth before addressing someone.]
Garden
Hey ar’oo ohkey?
[…Maybe, just maybe, he should take the fork out of his mouth before addressing someone.]