Character Interview: Finn Cornelius Smith

Greetings. This is Quill Jones of the Young Adventurer’s Gazette, Rocky Mountain USA Branch. Obtaining today’s interview was no easy feat. We traveled long and far to Ryder Hunte Clancy’s Land of True Enchantment, to Scotland the brave, a place abundant with adventure and mystery. Here we met Finn Cornelius Smith, a spritely young lad who isn’t afraid to answer a good question. We found Finn to be just as wild and majestic as the Scottish Highlands from which he hails. And we know you will too!


Q: Hello, Finn Cornelius. Thanks for sitting down with us today. I always like to start with a good ice breaker. What did you have for dinner last night?

FINN: Is my Nanny here?



Q: Your Nanny?

FINN: Aye, my Nanny, the old dear that brought me here.



Q: I think I saw her on the couch out front. But what does that have to do with what you had for dinner last night?

FINN: So...she’s in the house?

Q: Yes. Last I checked she was here.

FINN: On the couch?

Q: Correct. But it looked like she was, well, she was snoring.

FINN: Oh, okay. So, she’s asleep?

Q: I think it’s safe to say that, yes. She’s out for the count.

FINN: Right. That makes sense. It is her nap time, after all. Okay, I’ll tell you what we had for dinner last night. We had liver and parsnips.

Q: Liver and parsnips? That sounds…interesting. Did you like it?

FINN: Oi! Are you serious? I hate liver. But don’t tell my Nanny I said that. It’d probably upset her to know that I never eat it. You see, she thinks I do....she thinks that I like liver and parsnips.

Q: Oh, and how’s that?

FINN: I hide it in my napkin when she’s not looking, and then later, after she’s gone to bed, I take it out back and chuck it over the garden wall. Don’t let on that you know that, though. She gets the liver special from the butcher all the way in town. She’d skin me alive if she knew I wasn’t devouring every last bite.

Q: Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. It sounds like you really don’t like liver. Although at least it wasn’t haggis, right?

FINN: Oh, haggis! Haggis is dynamite!

Q: ‘Dynamite?’ That’s…a good thing? ‘Dynamite’ means it’s good?

FINN: Aye.

Q: So you like haggis?

FINN: Aye.

Q: I guess I’ll have to try it sometime.

FINN: Too right, you will! It pure reeks when it’s cooking. But don’t mind that. It tastes brilliant.

Q: Did you at least have something good for dessert?

FINN: I hardly ever get dessert. Nanny doesn’t believe in sweets. Not even for special occasions. But, sometimes she’ll give me a licorice chew. She keeps them in the top drawer of her bureau. They’re pretty foosty though.

Q: Foosty?

FINN: You know...like...rotten. I think you Yankees would say “nasty” or “gross.”

Q: Ah, I see. Thanks for explaining. You can do a pretty good American accent, by the way.

FINN: I have some American friends so I’m used to how the Yankee accent sounds. Sometimes I have to speak like them so that they can understand me. They say I talk way fast and that my accent is too strong. I don’t know what they’re talking about though. THEY are the ones with the accent. Not me. Do you think I’m hard to understand?

Q: I must say your Scottish brogue is quite pronounced indeed. It’s charming, though. Do the girls like it?

FINN: Eh…I don’t know how to answer that question. All of the girls here speak just like me.

Q: Do you have a girlfriend?

FINN: Excuse me?

Q: Are you in a serious relationship with anyone?

FINN: Mate, I’m only fourteen years old. I’ve got more important things to worry about than girls.

Q: Like what?

FINN: It’s a secret.

Q: Okay, then. What’s your biggest secret?

FINN: I’m not sure you realize how secrets work. It wouldn’t be a secret anymore if I told you…although it’s tempting. You seem like the type that would enjoy my secret. But...I can’t say it.

Q: Ha, you’re quite the character, Finn Cornelius.

FINN: It’s just Finn. Only Nanny calls me Finn Cornelius.

Q: Gotcha. Sorry about that. Where were we?

FINN: You were trying to get me to share my biggest secret with you.

Q: That’s right. And you’re sure you can’t tell me?

FINN: No, ‘fraid not.

Q: Can you at least give me a clue?

FINN: Maybe...

Q: Just a little teaser.

FINN: Okay, okay. Let’s see…did you know that Scotland is often referred to as the ’Land of True Enchantment?’

Q: I did not.

FINN: Well, there yeh go.

Q: That’s it? That’s my clue?