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[lord_of_dreams]

*he fades, slowly, into existence at his favored table*

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[fairest1]

Hello. I don't think we've met, but I've seen you around. Care for a paradox? *offers plate*

[lord_of_dreams]

Good evening, Snow White. I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless. Deceased.

*he stands, and bows to her before holding a chair out*

Thank you.

*he takes a paradox, and re-settles himself.*

[fairest1]

*sits gratefully* The endless? heh, before I got here, I dismissed those stories as being the fables of Fables. . . It's a pleasure to meet you. *munches paradox*

[lord_of_dreams]

*he takes a bit or two of the paradox to be polite, and then sets it down on a napkin*

Several of my family comes here, you will no doubt have chance to meet them if you have not already.

[prettyinpinkand]

Barbie looks and sighs, 'Black. It'll have to be black with you.'

[lord_of_dreams]

*a raised brow*

[prettyinpinkand]

'What are your favorite colours? I ask because I really do like your cheeks, they work well.'

[lord_of_dreams]

*he flicks his fingers, subtly. Dreams also contain the realms of nightmare. This would be why Barbie suddenly sees her fingers as chubby rolls of fat plastic, and is, for all intents and purposes, a cabbage patch doll in her own mind.*