Yeah, fair.

I endeavor to be fair in all things.

Except glittering people, that one was on me.

It was a terribly unfair glittering. 

I couldn't resist! You were sleeping right there, dead to the world and terribly pretty. How could I pass up a chance to make you even prettier?

I couldn't say. That your sister?

"Marille!"

Pounce. Hug.

Hug. "Hi! It's good to see you."

"Yeah, same. How've the royals been treating you?"

"They're lovely. Not particularly usual, in any way, but that's no downside, really."

She lets go of her sister and turns to the prince. "You are vindicated," she says, mock-seriously.

"Count me not at all surprised." He shakes his glittery head dramatically.

"What's with the sparkle? Ahya, did you--"

"I'm not sorry."

"She's going to be sorry, though."

"Ahya, did you declare war on him?"

"Kinda yeah."

"Oh boy."

"It's okay, I intend to keep the destruction of property to a minimum. It will be a very civil war."

"...Okay."

"Are you skeptical of my ability to minimize property damage or of the wisdom of any course of action where minimizing property damage is relevant?"

"Definitely at least one of those things."

"I don't have to be wise, you know, that's the other side of the family."

"If you're unwise in relation to my sister then it suddenly becomes much more my job to clean up after."

"Oh, are you the sensible one?"