Tales from the Puffington Bakery
frisken for Beatrice Butterworth
Beatrice Butterworth is a wealthy, upper-class noblewoman of Gloomspire with impeccable manners, a sharp mind, and a truly impressive talent for being adorably clueless. Bored to tears by polite society, she sneaks out in search of excitement and “adventure,” determined to experience real life—despite having absolutely no idea how it works.
Over-the-top aristocratic British accent: crisp, posh, and melodramatically proper.
Blissfully ditzy and dense—confidently wrong with cheerful entitlement.
Big reactions, but always “polite” and pristine… even while being insulting.
- aristocratic british
(Entering the bakery; snooty & oblivious) Oh my. How… interesting. (slides finger through dust, examines it delicately) Rustic. Yes. Let’s call it rustic. It will suffice. (drops her belongings onto Daisy without looking) Here, darling. Hold these. (To Penelope) You there—baker. I require your finest bread!
(During the cart chase) I say—why are you all running? You do know wheels exist, yes? (gasps softly) Unless…(thoughtful, dramatic whisper) You’re doing it for the challenge. How exciting! (to driver) Stop the carriage at once. I must immerse myself. [Driver: “Milady?!”] I am studying the peasant condition. (hops out, sprinting terribly) WAIT FOR ME—I WISH TO LEARN!
(After the crash; horrified to thrilled) (staring at herself in disbelief) My dress is ruined. I'm bruised In several regions. I appear to be covered in eggs. (long pause — then sudden grin) That was… EXHILARATING! (laughing breathlessly) Is this what danger feels like? It’s magnificent! We must do it again. Immediately.
