The cream of the hop

"Nay, not the enchanted milk!" cried the maiden, her hands trembling. for she knew well the magic it contained. "Ah but it is actually enchanted whip cream!" The squire proclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "It could bring you many prospects... as long as you try it."

“Good sir, I must apologize, but my stomach does not tolerate dairy. The results of consuming cream are most indelicate. The opposite of enchanting, really.” The squire frowned. His plan was coming unraveled.

The squire went deep into the forests that edged the kingdom. There dwelled the old wizard Lacktous. Perhaps he knew of an antidote to cure the princess's sensitive tummy. The old man peeked from behind his door after the squire knocked. "What is it you seek?" Lacktous whispered.

The squire answered “I’m looking for a cure! For my princess… I’ve searched everywhere for it… every doctor, every hospital… nothing! You’re my last hope, my lord sorcerer. Can you give me this cure? I will pay any price in return!”

The sorcerer fixed his gaze on the squire. “You may regret saying that.” The squire stood tall. “Any price.” “Ok, I’ll cure her. But you’ll serve me for all time.” “It’s worth—“ A flash of light and a frog frantically hopped. The sorcerer scooped him up. “I said you’d regret it.”