Not well. The forests are in unrest. Every oak and birch trembles in fear that Attila's armies will rampage through and destroy the forest. How are things in yours?
It is horrible. Our towns are plagued with tubercular street performers, who have caused the populace to refuse to leave their houses.
Sorry to hear that. But prithee, I still think we've got it worse.
And I don't see it that way ... Tell you what, why don't we trade maladies?
The deal is sealed. Let the news of the trade ring forth throughout the Empire: COUGH MIMES FOR TREE HUN DREAD!
