"Oh, yeah. Didn't get the memo, did ya? The grand high poobah of the Rotary Club," Katchoo answered, the smile threatening to twitch into more of a smirk, at least at one corner of her mouth.

". . . nah, actually, we were just lookin' for this prince and a w --" Ahem. "Wacky servant of his. Know where we can find anyone like that?"