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[eggsac]

[She goes into the kitchen and finds a stool, climbs it, and sits]

Can you be both?

[intheblanks]

[He goes to rummage through the cupboard.]

Yes. You can also be smart and beautiful.

[eggsac]

No, I mean a doctor and a handsome prince?

[She tries not to fidget but it's haaaaard]

[intheblanks]

Hmm. [There is indeed bread here, and butter. Now, condiments.] Maybe, but I think Princeing might be harder work than it looks. What do you like on your toast?

[eggsac]

Jam, please.

No Marmite.

[Spare her.]

I think it would be very difficult to be a princess.

[intheblanks]

Wrong household for marmite.

[Chase wrinkles his nose, but there's a not-quite scraped clean jar of jam in one cupboard and he holds it up for approval. Raspberry.]

I know one you can ask, if she's around.

[eggsac]

[She reaches for it with both hands]

You know a real princess?

I think you are a prince.

[intheblanks]

[Go jam crazy, tinyspider. He's oddly enjoying this real!food thing.]

I could be if I married her. Think I should?

[eggsac]

[She's using a spoon to basically eat jam with a little toast]

I don't know. Would it make you happy?

[intheblanks]

She's a very nice girl, but she's a little young for me.

[And it's possible you'd suck him up like that jam. But Rosella has always had the benefit of purely platonic interest.]

And I don't want to have to wear tights to my wedding.

[eggsac]

[She has jam on her chin, now]

I don't think a castle would be very nice to live in, anyway. And it's always snowing where princesses live.

[intheblanks]

And you can never completely trust old ladies or red apples.

[He's buttered some toast for himself, and ignores it to snag a piece of kitchen roll and pass it across, tapping his own chin to indicate the problem.]

You spilt some of your inevitable sugar rush.

[eggsac]

[She touches her chin then cleans it up]

Or men with beards.

[intheblanks]

You should never trust those, anyway.

[He raises his eyebrows.]

What do you think of this place, to live in?

[eggsac]

[She thinks about it]

It's big but whoever usually sleeps in the room with the clothes has too many shoes.

[intheblanks]

[It's not a laugh. He's coughing.]

I'll let her know. That's where you woke up?

[eggsac]

Yes.

[Saya had been slipping into her sylie, and the door is behind her closet]

[intheblanks]

[Chase's expression turns a little curious at that, but he answers with a noncommital hum.]

Can't have been comfortable.

[eggsac]

[She shrugs]

It wasn't so bad. I can sleep almost anywhere.

[If he pokes around back there, he might find the panel that opens the wall, and leads into the massive room full of webs]

[intheblanks]

[He might just ask. Although assuming Saya wanted to try on shoes at midnight isn't out of the realms of possibility.]

Yeah? Me, too. But that usually means you're not getting enough at night.

[eggsac]

[She thinks about it]

Do you have nightmares, too?

[intheblanks]

[Yes. But he's all but trained himself to wake in the earliest phases, to keep them from whoever he's in bed with. Her.]

Everyone has nightmares sometimes. You have them a lot?

[eggsac]

Yes. They're strange. Papa says nightmares are way for the brain to clear the con-

[A pause as she struggles of the word]

Like Jiminy Cricket.

[intheblanks]

Conscience. [He says it clearly but doesn't draw it out the way a teacher might.] Do you think he's right? It doesn't sound like yours are too good at the job.

[eggsac]

I don't do anything bad.

[She says it with all the innocence of someone who makes a lot of mischief.]