Let us go then, you and I.

But consider:

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And like there was no permanent cast, all these celebrities seem to have gotten a scene or part of a scene to do (i’m not sure exactly, I did not ever watch Quibi and thus haven’t seen this yet), and then they just… recreated it as best they could. At home. Under quarantine.

So like, you had Jennifer Garner in a blanket cape playing Princess Buttercup AND the Booing Old Woman with a crowd comprised entirely of stuffed animals:

Or Taika Waititi paying Westley off a badly-drawn Inigo on a piece of cardboard held in front of someone’s face:

And it’s all just delightful.

But my absolute favorite part of this thing that I’ve sadly never seen but assume is probably absolutely hilarious and a treasure and I want to find it some day and watch the whole thing… is that Carey Elwes is in it.

As Prince Fucking Humperdink.

Here ya go

Because in every way that matters, Chid IS his son. Not just his heir, not just a succesor to the throne, not just his wife's child, none of those tropes at work. Chid is HIS. SON.

Chid has been told all his life about the honourable, brave Knight of Caeli, and greatly admires the Allen of his stories. Kid's a goddamn miniature clone. It is undeniable that Marlene loved Allen, and wanted Chid to know about the man she loved, the biological father of her only child.

But Mahad is the one who helped raise Chid. Mahad is likely the one who taught him about the duchy, the allied kingdoms, policy, diplomacy. But so too is Mahad the one who Chid would have shared his dinners with, would have been by Marlene's side (as she did come to love him, as he loved her) through Chid's first steps, his first words, learning to laugh, to read, to write, to hear stories of Atlantis.