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[unhappysteward]

Kay's been thoughtful and restless, since he suffered the effects of Molly Carpenter's spell. There's nothing wrong with him, not really, but he's been quieter than normal, and keeping to himself more. He still maintains the schedule, but he's discovered that there's now a cupboard with some magic in it, which means that the danger of anyone

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[sissy_queen]

If a Guinevere is needed, she can be found, for once, outside, again with embroidery, but her stitching is much more sedate, much less manic. In other words, it is entirely normal, and her eyes are not as sad as they used to be. She is calm and can be easily approached.

[unhappysteward]

And Kay would approach her, calm in his turn. Once he's close enough, he bows, etiquette suggesting a steward bowing to his queen, more than a brother respecting his sister-in-law. "Your majesty. Pardon the interruption, but may I have a word?"

[sissy_queen]

She stands, inclines her head, calmly. She's done some thinking of her own, but she will listen first. Perhaps miraculously, little Guinevere is slowly growing up.

"As you bid, Sir Kay," she replies, formal as he is, but not closed.

[unhappysteward]

"Please, sit, my lady." Kay is never gentle, but he's quiet today. "I would offer you my apologies."

[sissy_queen]

That surprises her - did he not apologize already? Nonetheless, she sits, then, and remains subdued.

"Whatever for, Sir Kay?" Her voice is quiet, kind, her demeanor attentive.

[unhappysteward]

"It was not only my words that merited an apology, but my manner. I should not have been disrespectful, regardless of frustration."

[sissy_queen]

The surprise continues. "Sir Kay, you have ever been a man of -- action -- rather than a man of words and manners, and ---" this is so strange. "-- but I forgive you, then."

[unhappysteward]

He nods. "Thank you, your majesty." He hadn't really planned beyond this, so he goes with, "And you are well, these days?"

[sissy_queen]

"I am well enough, thank you," Guinevere replies, earnestly, if still subdued. "And yourself?"

[unhappysteward]

"Well enough, thank you, my lady."

[sissy_queen]

She finds a quiet smile. "And what news, then, Sir Kay?"

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[unhappysteward]

He's quiet a moment. "There is more food, than there was. I suspect magic has intervened, in some fashion."

[sissy_queen]

"I suppose we should be grateful to whatever brought this change about," she replies quietly, seriously. Gentler, though, is her voice when she adds, "you must feel more at ease, then."

[unhappysteward]

"Less chance of someone starving," which is not quite agreement. "Though I think we should stockpile non-magical food, just in case."

[sissy_queen]

"Should the magic cabinet disappear again," she says, pondering her own words and Kay's. "It is prudent, and I would support you in this endeavor, if you will have my help, Sir Kay."

[unhappysteward]

He nods. "Thank you."