Continental Breakfast Included

[kitchen_maid]

The King and Queen have a great many parlors at their disposal, ranging from the very grand to somewhat very grand.

And then there is this one, which is generally reserved for the use of the family and their closest personal friends. It is a comfortable, sunlit sort of room, where one may find the children's toys and the Amy's embroidery and Perry's carving projects.

It is also where Amy has instructed her staff to lay out a breakfast for her friends this morning. They were all shown back to their rooms for what was left of the night before after their adventures, to at least attempt to get some rest.

Amy herself is a bit busy at the moment catching up on Official Matters: giving reports to the Deputy Captain of the Palace Guard and the Court Historian, seeing to the palace's new ghost (she's settled him in the Northwest tower, which is, she assures him, a perfectly lovely place to haunt), and reassuring her husband that yes, darling, she really is perfectly all right. She'll be along when she can.

In the meantime, everyone is free to make their way into the parlor in their own time. When they arrive, they will likely find company, and definitely find a table laid with everything the kitchens could find to send up: bread and jam and marmalade, cakes and pastries, eggs and bacon and sausages, a giant bowl of fruit, tea and juice and milk.

Comments

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes," Amy says.

"But that's all right.

"Every proper castle should really have at least one ghost."

[parkerlee]

"And at least you have a tidy one. Instead of, you know, a run amok poltergeist."

Parker shakes her head, grinning.

"Leave it to Meg."

Who else could help save the day by offering to sort files?

[kitchen_maid]

"Is that a talent of hers?" Amy asks.

She doesn't know Meg as well as Parker and X.

[parkerlee]

"Meg? Oh, yeah."

"Give Meg a label maker, a few minions and wireless internet, and she could rule the world in a matter of weeks."

"If not days."

[kitchen_maid]

"I'm not sure we have all those things," Amy says.

"But I will definitely remember."

[parkerlee]

"She doesn't have wireless internet yet, but give her a few years. At least she will be a benevolent world dictator."

Parker will probably be one of the minions.

"I'm still processing that I went on an adventure quest with Batman."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy blinks.

A lot.

And then reaches out and pats Parker's shoulder, reassuringly.

Really, it's been a very tiring night, so some confusion is quite understandable.

[parkerlee]

Parker eyes Amy's hand with vague amusement.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm about to sign up for macrame classes at Bellevue?"

[kitchen_maid]

"You realize I have no idea what you're talking about, don't you, Parker?"

[parkerlee]

"It's my very overdone way of saying 'crazy'."

Because why use just one word?

"Unless you're talking about Batman?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Is that another one I should be expecting you to teach the children, then?

"You know Susan told one of her nursemaids to 'shut the front door' the other day.

"The poor woman was very confused."

[parkerlee]

Parker is taking a sip of tea as Amy says this.

There is some very undignified choking involved.

"Oh, Lord. I'm sorry."

Though the tears of laughter seem rather less apologetic.

[kitchen_maid]

"Yes, you sound very contrite," Amy says Cheerfully.

[parkerlee]

"Weeping with remorse over here."

Streaming eyes at any rate.

"That's me. Auntie Parker. Royal Bad Influence."