Guenevere, my youngest cousin

I seek out Guenevere, wanting to get a less-than-serious approach on the matter. I don't want to be bogged down with conversations about subtle politics, war, treaties, or even things like finding a partner that I will love forever. Instead, I want to ask someone that will be a bit more grounded in reality, and someone that I can have a bit of fun with.

I signal over to Guenevere, and she follows me to a small side-room, away from the curius eyes and ears of the other people in the main hall, whom I'm sure all would like to impart some advice or instructions upon me, thinking they all know what's best for the realm. I close the door after we enter, finding Guenevere has already sat down in a chair. She's sitting backwards, her arms crossed over the back (front?) of the seat her nubile body is occupying.

"So, big cuz, what do you want with me?" she asks me with a wide smile, head cutely cocked slightly to the side.