Every woman around here seems to think that with a kiss *poof* a frog can become their Prince Charming. But Edith is different, she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm in fact the enchanted prince she's been waiting for. Thing is, she's been kissing all of the wrong men-frogs, too many to count and I have yet to be kissed by the right maiden.

Good thing she's a herpetologist or she wouldn't give me the time of day.