Prettysome

“Is a prettysome name, is Wachanga,” he croons.

“I live on the isle of my dreams, and it's prettysome,” Beryl says, weaving her fingers together, pushing them away from her small breasts with a crack.

“Obviously, my dear sir, you are not one of those wearisome, prettysome cottage gardeners, but, whether by luck or no, here is.