[For a single, paralyzing moment, you have a legitimate fear of losing your other eye as the queen's ruff support swoops towards you -- but thankfully, it stops short in time.]

[Black it is, then. You nod, and start preparations for heating the water, off to the side where the smoke won't bother your guest.]

A dream? That... would make a lot of sense, actually. Though I'd have to wonder -- would that mean I'm visiting you, or am I actually made from your imagination?

[At the question, you offer a thoughtful smile.] To your dream, or to mysterious caverns?