She merely gave him another smile, before she retold her tale.

"... In my kingdom, we hold a celebration called the Million Dreams festival. As other games and events go on, everyone in the kingdom votes for who they think should win the Million Dreams award... the award changes every time we hold the festival. It's a popularity contest, in a way. At this time my husband, the King had left to investigate other matters, and the head of the knights, Goofy, and our mage, Donald - " to which she tapped the familiar napkin - "went after him to be of some help. With the three of them gone, we were slightly defenseless... and it was the first time I ruled alone."

Though she still smiled, it was a sadder tone now. "... You can imagine how nervous I was. I even thought of delaying the festival until his return. But I didn't want to raise suspicion among the people. So everything went on as normal. The problem was... Pete." She wasn't as good an artist as Gorthan, so instead she merely waved a hand at the top of Gorthan's head. "A cat about your height, but with far more... muscle." It felt impolite to say 'fat'.