Godde bleffe Ye, Fire, and grante Ye an longe reygen.
The only reason I'm telling you this is because Geoffrey Chaucer hath notte y-poastit sinds ye 17the of Septembre, when he seemed to be rather upset about the "sclaundres of Britney" he had been reading in ye preffes.
A cake fitte for a King, yesterday
PS: do go and visit the site I snarfed the cake-pic from. It's a genuine medieval American wedding! Plenty of lifestyle ideas! And a pome! And you're not allowed to say how much she looks like Princess Fiona.