Quadrivial Quandary:  Logophiles, Rejoice!  Each day we give you four unusual words.  Can you fit them all in one illustrative sentence?

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Now, as it happened, Isa and Milly were on a late shift and I fell asleep watching Shetland and somehow my dreams got tangled with something that must have really happened in the future, or at least partly, because there I was, with Jasmine and Lulu and two life-sized Action Figures, Columbine and Luc, and older versions of Isa and Milly, and three New York journalists, Hyman, Sadie and Rose and we were on Prince Edward Island in Nova Scotia in the middle of some kind of Carnival, to mark the Official Opening of MacFarlane Neanderthal World peopled – if you believed the spiel of the barkers, and probably grifters, outside the various entrances, and souvenir stalls and concessions, several selling samples of Genuine Neolithic Impervium, guaranteed for 100,000 years - "with Real Live Cavemen and Cavewomen and Cavekids of all ages to watch and play with!" after watching a display of Scottish Highland Dancing, accompanied by a scrapegut and squeezebox pair, I stopped at a coffee stall, got myself a large latte and a slice of cheesecake and found a table with a couple of chairs, when a woman, a little older than me, around forty, I'd guess, asks if the other seat is free and when I nod, my mouth full of cheesecake, she sits and puts her own coffee and a doughnut on the table and says: "hi, ah'm fae Scoatlan – are you Canadian?" and I laugh, say, "snap! from Melrose in the Borders," at which she says, "oh, wow! ah've nevva bin tae ra Boarders, ah'm fae Auchenshoogle, in Glesca," and offers her hand; we shake and I ask her if she's over visiting family, and she confirms this: "ma cousins, frae ma da's faimly, their graunparents cam ower wey back; ma da ne'er managed oot, but they cam ower tae Scotland a coupla year ago, ye ken, tracing their roots, an invitit me fer a hodilay; dae you hae faimly here?" at which I shake my head and combine that with a nod: "I think there probably are distant family somewhere in Halifax, but I don't have any addresses, just some possible names – they must be descended from the black sheep, or else they were running away from the black sheep, so I'm here with some friends, it would be nice to track down relatives, but I don't know how, or where to start," and I know she is sussing me out, I can tell from the way her eyes move, they have that predatory way of lingering and then focussing; she's not really my type, if I have a type, but is very attractive – more Dolly Parton than Amanda Hart – and I can't help feeling pleased that she is trying to pick me up, as it's a while since that last happened; although there are a group of us who hang out in The Ship Inn and lesbian visitors usually know that this is the nearest there is to a Scene in Melrose, I'm not exactly Top of the Pops – since Isa and Milly finally committed themselves and set the date for their marriage, Midsummer, in the Parish Church with the Reception in Darnick Village Hall, Jasmine and Ludmilla are definately the honeypots that newcomers are invariably drawn to, but we are a caring, sharing bunch and there are enough of us to go round, but it is nice to find someone new, quite unashamedly flirting with me and, whether it leads to anything, or is just a Brief Encounter, I'm happy to respond if it confirms my natural pronoia, which some people describe a just another of my irrational traits, though they see nothing pathological in their own paranoia: "where are your cousins?" I ask, and she glances around, then shrugs: "probbly in a derk vennel," and laughs, "twa's cumpny an ah'm ra gooseberry," at which I say, before I can stop myself, "och, never, you're a sweet strawberry blonde!" and I blush to my roots at the shameless way I have exposed myself, but she laughs and says: "cheesy, bit sweet," and points at the last piece of my cheesecake; "I'm Theresa," I say, "Theresa Somerville, but everyone calls me Teri," and she replies: "hiya, Teri, ah'm Robin Goodchild!"

(by MissTeriWoman)
The Quandary for Wednesday, February 27, 2019 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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