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The door opens, and a barefoot young fellow enters, looking somewhat surprised.

"... right, see, this is not where I was expecting to end up," he mutters, looking around curiously.

Powerful curious young fellow, this one.

He doesn't look particularly concerned, though, no matter how curious he might be.

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Raven slips his foot out of his shoe. He wiggles his toes, then slips the other one off.

He folds his legs beneath himself, then, and tilts his head.

"There. I am no longer infringing on your personal space."

He pulls his plate of cookies closer.

He is not attempting to hoard them.

No.

He tosses Raven's shoe at him.

This is not a clever ruse to make him catch them and therefore lose dominion over the plate of cookies.

Of course not.

"Pity," Rabbit says, stealing a third cookie anyway. "It's been too long since I've had cause to tickle you. You probably need it."

"Ace does a good enough job, I think."

Another headtilt.

"Perhaps I am biased."

He takes a cookie of his own, and eats it.

Rabbit raises an eyebrow.

"Ace...?"

"I seem to have acquired a sister, in this place. It is a welcome thing."

He is unconcerned, eating a cookie.

"And you say she tickles you?"

"The current sparkly state is her fault as well."

The blithe tone of voice is moderately amusing, perhaps.

"I missed being silly."

Rabbit considers, for a very brief moment.

"I like her already. When do I get to meet her?"

"In a week, perhaps. She is visiting her husband's father, as I recall."

He smiles.

"She's a pyro. You should get along well, perhaps."

A beat.

"Coyote likes her."

"... goodness me, that one's here too?"

He looks at least a little surprised.

Raven's smile is supremely content.

"She is. She gets very vexed with me. Never fight a Faerie King on her watch."

"... sounds as though you folks have been terribly busy while I've not been keepin' an eye on you."

"Yes. It is the nature of this place, I think. Although I am certain my own nature does not help."

Rabbit reaches over and steals another cookie absently.

"No, no, go on. Tell me about this Fairie King person."

Raven blinks at the disappearance of another cookie.

"It is a long story, so I will make it short. He bargained with That One for enough power to save his people, with predictable results. He went mad, kidnapped some friends of the Puck, and yesterday evening we went and got them back. With the aid of a mortal wizard Oberon's compact with That One was broken, and he fled. I am not sure if he will return--though I wonder what he will be if he does."

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