Mary Christof, Queen of Hearts

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Drink Me/The Story of the Curious Oyster

So, to him and the servants she led me, to the reciprocal repugnance of both, and the playful smugness of her. "Drink." she commanded gently, smiling at the slightly-less-pissed-than-earlier, mellower, but now curious prince. "Your Highness," he interjected suddenly--as a thunderbolt of the servants, "--what exactly is in that vial?"

Dammit. He had set off a curiosity light. What exactly was in it?

"You might as well be asking why the sea is boiling hot, or why March is a good oyster month--darling, I insist--drink, ignore him and his claims! It tastes of toffee and hot-buttered toast, cherry tart, love...honest. Would Mommy lie to you?"

"No, I suppose not. And we did make a deal..."

I answered, sighing before swallowing the strange physic in one hurried gulp. "Who is he? Who are you? May we please escort him out? He just...something isn't right about him...guards!"

I looked at him, almost zombie-like before two shrimpy looking guards hoisted him up by his shoulders. "Take him back to Fratres Hominis. It seems he hasn't yet learned his..."

Lots of screaming and kicking. Terrifically laic, impious curses generally directed in my direction--or at least the blue aura surrounding me. He had a shred of respect, and yet...

"SHE WAS CRAZY! HEY, YOU'RE TWISTING MY ARM, MAN! I'LL BE BACK! LIKE--MILDEW ON A WASHCLOTH, I'LL BE BACK, DAMMIT! BACK!"

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