You scare me Tassee. I am afraid this wood chopping thing has marked you for life, more than it was supposed to .
Meanwhile I am still writing filler dialogs, ranging from the simple: “Thank you dear, but remember this wood isn’t going to chop itself” to more complex: here is a scene you didn’t yet play, when Olivia travels to the nearby town and enters the tavern:
CAMILLA: Olivia, what are you doing? Entering a pub?
OLIVIA: Why not?
CAMILLA: There could be scoundrels here!
OLIVIA: Come on, Camilla! It’s not the end of the world if we meet a scoundr… DAD!
DAD: Hi, Olivia, what a surprise! Care to drink some beer?
OLIVIA: Dad! What are you doing here?
DAD: Of course I am savoring the special beer of my friend Don here, our host.
OLIVIA: But how did you get here? The pass was closed for the landslide!
DAD: I came here swimming, of course.
OLIVIA: You swam across the sea just to avoid staying one night without drinking? Wasn’t it dangerous?
DAD: You see, darling, the alternative was to get back to your mom.
OLIVIA: Dad! Come back home and chop the wood, please!
DAD: Of course, dear, I’ll come. As soon as I get rid of this valgus toe!
OLIVIA: I already heard this excuse! You are not coming, are you?
DAD: Olivia, you are all grown up now. It’s time for you to be made aware.
OLIVIA: Aware of what?
DAD: There’s an ancient tradition in our family. Every girl, when she reaches the age of six, must chop the wood by herself. That’s what my grandmother did, and her grandmother before her…
OLIVIA: Dad! I think there’s no truth to this!
DAD: … and her grandmother’s grandmother. And her grandmother before her…
OLIVIA: It’s not true! Stop it, dad!
DAD: I’ve got nothing else to teach you, Olivia. Go, and chop that wood. You have my blessing!
HOST: Mister, are these two little girls pestering you?
DAD: Yes, Don, throw these ragbags out in the streets.
DAD: I was kidding, Don. This is my daughter, and this one here… erm… must be a friend of hers dressed in a costume.
CAMILLA: I am Princess Camilla!
DAD: Of course you are, you little crackpot. Of course you are.