[Dream] You Kant Always Get What You Want
[Midna is sitting at her desk in her quarters at the Palace of Twilight. She is sitting and she is writing.]
["Might I suggest white roses?" The voice comes seemingly from nowhere. She looks up from her paper only momentarily.]
["Heheh, no. No, you can't. If your idea of 'conservative' involves roses, I'd hate to see what you consider gauche, Zant." Midna checks her calculations once more. "We can cut the floral arrangement costs in half this way. And besides. He liked lilies better, anyway."]
["Of course, Twilight Princess."]
["Queen."]
["Excuse me?"]
["That'll be 'Twilight Queen', come the new moon," Midna says.]
["But of course." His expression is even. Steady. Utterly in control. Midna hates that, sometimes. "Force of habit, Milady. I suppose you will always be His Majesty's little Twilight Princess to me."]
[She laughs again at that. Because really, how passive-agressive could you possibly be?]
["Don't worry, you'll always be High Visier Zant to me."]
[Ooh, that hit a nerve; out of the corner of her eye, she notes a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. It's the smallest of victories, but she'll take one wherever she can get it.]
["Very well. I will go make the arrangements for lilies."]
["You do that."]
["Of course, Twilight Princess. And again...my condolences. I know His Majesty was just like a father to you."]
[Shut up, Zant. Just shut. Up.]
["He really was for all of us," he continues. "His Majesty will be sorely missed."]
["If you've got enough time to eulogize, why don't you go do something useful and help them clean the temple, hmm?"]
["...of course, Twilight Princess. We leave ourselves in your capable hands."]
[When she's finally sure he's gone, she spits on the floor where he'd stood and makes sure she'll have Zant wear a lily corsage for the State Funeral.]
[[OOC: Midna's dream! Let's play "Duck Duck Freud". :D]]
["Might I suggest white roses?" The voice comes seemingly from nowhere. She looks up from her paper only momentarily.]
["Heheh, no. No, you can't. If your idea of 'conservative' involves roses, I'd hate to see what you consider gauche, Zant." Midna checks her calculations once more. "We can cut the floral arrangement costs in half this way. And besides. He liked lilies better, anyway."]
["Of course, Twilight Princess."]
["Queen."]
["Excuse me?"]
["That'll be 'Twilight Queen', come the new moon," Midna says.]
["But of course." His expression is even. Steady. Utterly in control. Midna hates that, sometimes. "Force of habit, Milady. I suppose you will always be His Majesty's little Twilight Princess to me."]
[She laughs again at that. Because really, how passive-agressive could you possibly be?]
["Don't worry, you'll always be High Visier Zant to me."]
[Ooh, that hit a nerve; out of the corner of her eye, she notes a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. It's the smallest of victories, but she'll take one wherever she can get it.]
["Very well. I will go make the arrangements for lilies."]
["You do that."]
["Of course, Twilight Princess. And again...my condolences. I know His Majesty was just like a father to you."]
[Shut up, Zant. Just shut. Up.]
["He really was for all of us," he continues. "His Majesty will be sorely missed."]
["If you've got enough time to eulogize, why don't you go do something useful and help them clean the temple, hmm?"]
["...of course, Twilight Princess. We leave ourselves in your capable hands."]
[When she's finally sure he's gone, she spits on the floor where he'd stood and makes sure she'll have Zant wear a lily corsage for the State Funeral.]
[[OOC: Midna's dream! Let's play "Duck Duck Freud". :D]]