Reginald: Count Gaylord!
Count Gaylord: Someone recognizes me?
Count Gaylord: Well… of course they do. I am a count after all.
Reginald: How are you doing Count Gaylord?
Count Gaylord: Ah, Reginald! Fine, Thank you. How are you?
Reginald: I’m well, Thank you. And how are things in Castanea these days?
Count Gaylord: Everything is going well. After Father died, I stepped in to hel—
Reginald: You know, I met your brother once. After his concert last month. We had …a …um…
Reginald: …a splendid time!