"Maybe not with the rhyming and stuff, but it was all 'shall I compare thee to a summer's day!' and stuff. Pretty nonsensical, you know?" She smiled cheerfully, and reached over to shut his mouth. With a nod, she continued, "The King's gotta be important or we wouldn't be hearing so much about it, I guess. I don't know why he's dead, he just is. I guess we'll learn later? And I don't think the Englishmen are drunken, yet. They might be Danish."

Turning the pages to skim, she looked back to Sebastien. "So Horatio goes to get Hamlet, who is the song of the King, and the King is all like he got murdered by his brother. That doesn't sound friendly."

She frowned. No, it was downright mean to murder your brother! Really, Danes in those days...