To which the knight: "Well, when could you go then?"
To which Arissa: "Well, I'll be busy for the next ten years. I mean, I've got stuff to do, forsooth."
Well, our hero was getting a bit despondent about all this, and for sure his friends weren't helping much. Far from their giving him encouragement, their laughter rang so constantly in Sir Percival's head that he began to wonder if he was still quite sane. And not a few of his friends hinted here and there that psychiatric consultation might be useful to the knight, to get him over his ridiculous interest in the agreeable Arissa.
About this time it so happened that as Sir Percival was on his way to visit Sir Wishful for a nice dinner of trout and onions, he quite unexpectedly came upon Arissa, lovely as ever, sitting near the village waterfall and picking her teeth. Almost out of habit, Sir Percival spoke: "Arissa, sugar, would you like to go out with me sometime?"
To which Arissa: "Oh, Perce, didn't I tell you I was busy?"
To which Sir Percival: "Yeah, fair one, but I thought maybe you'd had a cancellation or something."
To which Arissa: "Well, if I did have a cancellation, I wouldn't fill it up with you. Besides, what would we do?"
To which Sir Percival: "We could go to dinner."
To which Arissa: "Like where, ifay?"
To which Sir Percival: "Andre's French Victuals."