Please excuse my manners, your Highness, but this is at a crucial stage. Can't let it burn!

Long time no see, Mald. Set your bony self down somewhere.  

I have a very special christening gift for you, little Medora. You won't drop dead when you prick your finger on a spindle on your fifteenth birthday... Instead, you'll fall into a deep sleep, protected for one hundred years, to be awakened by the prince who is your one true love!