(I don't know where to jump in, so I'll begin at the start)
What's your morning routine?
Mavus, infinite good-boy, clears his throat. "I like to wake up at dawn --"
"Uuggghhhhh," would interupt his brother Baccus, who still has sunglasses on, slouched in the chair, definitely hungover and taking a long pull on a questionable cigarette. The cup of Starbucks coffee in his hands 100% is not coffee. "Jeez-us, you're predictable."
Mavus would fluff his impeccable suit. "I wasn't aware you knew what a morning was."
Baccus takes a long drag. He leans on his arm and waves the hand with the cigarette in it. "Go on, bore us to death."
"I wake up at dawn and---"
"Never mind, no. I value my life too much." Baccus leans forward. "If I knew what a morning was, I'd make myself a hot toddy and ---"
"I swear, Baccus, if you mention your penis."
"I wasn't, no, but now that you bring it up."
Goldie, queen of everything and watching the brothers squabble, laughs. She lifts a coffee and turns to the audience. "Wake up to the sounds of my chef and screams of my enemies."
They go silent and look to her.
Still not paying attention, because she noticed a flower growing in the corner, Ophelia lifts her head. "Oh, hey guys, what's happening?"
Baccus turns to her. "Your Fairy MobMother is a ---"
"Careful," Goldie would hiss.
"Brilliant and wonderful woman." Baccus would cross his legs and lay his arms defensively over his lap. Long, nerverous pull.
Goldie smirks and looked to the host, Mavus has mixed emotions about this, but still arches an eyebrow. "Next question?"