"Because of sleepytime tea blends. No one will ever speak badly of tea again."

"Tea can be the official imperial beverage when we've graduated to crowns!"

He laughs. "Alright! We'll drink it at all imperial functions and be really prissy about our tea types."

"Good thing I like chamomile all right, it'd be really inconvenient if I couldn't stand the stuff."

"We would just politely ignore it and pretend I came here for some other reason."

"Yes. We would pretend you came here for... the antidepressant effects of chocolate?"

"Yeah, that. I needed chocolate to save my former home. Chocolate is now the official imperial food."

"Mmmm, chocolate."

"Also, sour gummy worms. I needed them, too. Second official imperial food."

"We're accumulating quite a list."

"Three things isn't 'quite a list,' dear. It's a teensy part of a list. If we're going to make a kingdom or empire or something, we need to have an absurd list of necessities. It's Kystle tradition."

"We're not having our empire on Kystle, now, are we?"

"Ooo, true. Okay then, three is now a large list. Obviously something has to go. Should it be the tea, the chocolate, or the gummy worms?"

"I'm personally not a fan of the gummy worms, and the first candy I got you was Milk Duds, so the gummy worms don't have the symbolic importance of the chamomile."

"I thought I made you deliriously happy."

"Well, that too. But think of the gummy worms! Their loss will hurt our whatever-it-is-that-requires-crowns as a whole! I'm thinking about the future."

"You can still have gummy worms in an unofficial capacity."

"Aw, if I have to. For you, though."

"You will have to suffer through unofficial gummy worms, I'm so mean to you."

He giggles. Snuggle, snuggle. "Yes you are. It's okay, I love you anyway. Altruism wins versus unofficial gummy worms."

"But how many of these slights can you tolerate before something snaps?"

"Hmmm. Hmmmmmmm. Lots. I'm going to go with lots."

"I have lots of credit, huh?"

"Yeah. Do try not to abuse it," he says affectionately.