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Boy Valentine's Day was sure an adventure, wasn't it? Gosh, it's a good thing all that's over with.

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I HAVE A NAVY, says the queen, thoughtfully. I THINK.

She settles down to stay a bit and uses her inside voice.

IT WAS PROBABLY ABOUT THE ARMADA OR SOMETHING. I'M SURE YOU DID A GOOD JOB.

[First the cup goes to the side, cushioned on a small cloth you use to keep it from chipping. Next, you start checking one drawer after another until you make a pleased, ah under your breath, and pull out two tins. When you pop the lids, the smell of spice and leaves begins to seep forth: one's a smokey Lapsang black, the other's a gunpowder green.]

[To your guest, you politely offer both tins for inspection, one in each palm.]

I really hope so! Armadas aren't typically things I come across very often.

[Armadas are a type of boat, right? Some... thing... like that. Close enough.]

Do you know much about this place?

FUCK-ALL she admits.

She leans forward to sniff the tins and nearly clocks her gracious host with her mighty supportasse.

THE BLACK ONE. THE OTHER ONE LOOKS LIKE HEDGE TRIMMINGS.

I THINK IT'S A DREAM OR SOMETHING. THERE USUALLY AREN'T THIS MANY DWARVES WHERE I'M FROM.

*tiny tiny voice*

SO DO YOU COME HERE OFTEN

[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?

YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT A DREAM, she says. IF I DREAMED YOU YOU'D HAVE BIGGER PANTS.

Small pants = real. Now you know!

THOSE ARE NICE THOUGH, she admits. SO WHATEVER.

[Are your pants out of the ordinary again? Come to think of it, trousers are probably the best proof for existence you've heard yet.]

Thank you. I'm surprised they've held up this long without a tailor. You have... quite an impressive dress. I don't think I've seen one like it before. Is it difficult to wear?

[Or, possibly, lethal. But it might be cozy! That's the important part.]

[Absently, you check the water, deem it worthwhile in temperature, and add the leaves. Now to let it steep.]

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