The runaway farmer's daughter and the runaway princess were startled by their similarities. True, the farmer's kin was sturdier, with sun-baked skin and a rough cadence, but otherwise...
"Why're YOU running away," the princess asked.
"Picture being knee-deep in dung."
The princess shuddered visibly.
"Yeah. How about you? Why're you sailing off?"
"Fell in love with a mermaid."
"Heck, me too!"
The mermaid had a type, it turned out.