It's an extremely cold December afternoon, and the girl with an eyepatch is very grateful for the warmth of Starbucks. What she's not very grateful for is the huge queue. Why is there a huge queue?
Oooh yes! But then he pulls away, grinning, and says, "Straightforward, aren't you?"
This is some A+ quality kissing right here.
"Our ice creams are going to melt," he says eventually.
"There was a dispute between two fair folk. One that claimed lordship over the trees and another that claimed lordship over the small mammals. They were disputing who gets ownership of nuts, since squirrels do the thing where they bury them and the ones they forget turn into trees. When I got there, someone was proposing that they'd cut all trees and all squirrels in half and tree lord was arguing that the cut should be vertical while the mammal one was arguing to cut the limbs or branches."
"How ridiculously petty. Are they gonna start arguing about it with all other tree and mammal fairies in the UK, too?—they are fairies, right? You mentioned you lived in a single-species court..."
"Their claim of lordship is only in the court's area. But I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to pick a fight with anyone. They are both fairies, yes. We have others but they are like, sort of not-actually-part of the court."
"It varies? A lot? I think most are artists, entertainers, or sex workers. Fairies have this beehive-like structure and everyone has a job and other kinds of fair folk are sort of... bells and whistles."
"I mean, these are fair folk. To them bells and whistles are like the most important part of life. But I don't think the Queen needs four different musicians for each time of the day, she has a music player. But decoration is properly descriptive."
"Fair enough. But again, it varies. Food and shelter and a measure of safety? Wouldn't be surprised if some kink on doing the Queen's whims."
"I would complain that all we talk about are the fair folk in my life, but they do take a good chunk of it."