+ HER SEVENTEENTH DECREE +

[onlyredroses]

[All at once, as April 10th becomes April 11th, the lights in the ballroom go out, and the music cuts out mid-song. Everything goes quiet for a moment, except for the murmur of confused patrons. Then, a woman’s voice calls out in the dark-]

My Mirrors! Return to me at once! I expect you in my throne room with your favors in ninety seconds or less

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[leadmetotheark]

Oh me! Me me me!! Pick me!!

[onlyredroses]

Very well. [POINTS!] You! What do you have to present me?

[leadmetotheark]

*YAY SHE PICKED HIM. He bows and hands her a shiny metal object.

[onlyredroses]

[She takes it and holds it in her hands, turning and examining it.]

You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I would make my own sandwiches, or my own bacon.

[It's still a curious device though. She might be imagining using it to put grill marks on someone's face.]

...It may still have its uses though.

[leadmetotheark]

I could make you bacon! Or sandwiches. Or bacon sandwiches.

*It opens flat you could make someone stand on it. Though Masky's thoughts only go as far as cooking food.*

[onlyredroses]

[Ooo, that would be fun! Scorch marks to the feet. What a lovely torture device. She's honestly thinking more of that than sandwiches, but she waves her hand in a vaguely approving manner.]

Very well. You pass, my dear.

[leadmetotheark]

Thank you your highness!!

*He barely restrains himself from hugging her. Then frolicks off to do.. whatever cheerful stuff it is he does.*