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Edarial is nine, and he's avoiding his mother again.
Exploring the palace gets old after a while, but the library's even worse, and he suspects that if he spent any more time in his room, he'd scream. So, exploring the palace it is. Berathyme's with him, anyway, so the palace won't be so boring. She tends to make observations he didn't notice himself, and that's always interesting, if not always useful. Corridor, corridor, guest rooms, oh yes that is the closet with all of the uncomfortably looking coats, he'd forgotten about that one. Berathyme observes that they've been used relatively recently, some poor souls must have suffered - and then he opens a door and there's something he doesn't recognize.
He stares at the bar in confusion, consults briefly with Berathyme, and then wanders in.
What exactly is going on here?
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she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell giggles and hauls the tray from Bar back to the booth where she was advertising her consulting services.
She serves herself bits of everything and digs in.
She serves herself bits of everything and digs in.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell, of course, eats like someone who has only rarely had anything decent to eat in any quantity.
royal_obligation
Edarial sort of wants to scoot more food over to her and possibly tell her very gently that she gets to eat decent food all of the time now, but he refrains.
she_sells_seashells
She doesn't stuff herself to the point of later regret. She slows down by the time she gets to the cookies, which she eats slowly and rapturously.
she_sells_seashells
"I can't overdo it after a while on once-a-sleep-cycle potatoes or I'll get sick. Usually Bar helps me with portions but there's three people's worth of stuff here so I'm eyeballing it."
royal_obligation
Edarial winces. "That, makes sense. We'll stay in Milliways for a while to let you get adjusted?"
she_sells_seashells
"Yeah. And write up the phrasebook and give me a crash course on what to expect in your world and then get my parents and explain everything to them and talk them into coming along."
she_sells_seashells
"I don't really know. I think I can get them to hear me out, at least. And if they don't want to come - I still will, I think."
royal_obligation
"Okay," says Edarial, softly. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help convince them."
royal_obligation
"I was planning to let you have guest rooms in the palace until you could all find a place that you liked."
royal_obligation
"Yeah. But I'm fine with having guests just - wandering around the palace."
she_sells_seashells
"Since you aren't king yet is anybody going to be obnoxious about it?"
royal_pain
"And I," says Zevros, gleefully, "will invite the obnoxious people to the room with all of my swords and knives, and then clean them, one by one, while staring at them silently. They'll ask if they can leave, and I'll say no. I've made a man piss himself, it's great."
she_sells_seashells
"And, um, when you get married, whenever you find a person you like who would like to be queen, whoever the queen is won't kick us out?"