#(just visiting!)

Oh. Hi. Another HEA. How much sanity do you have left?

[You only then notice the empty bottle labeled formaldehyde.]

(@minimum-wage-patd answer at your leisure)

It's been hours, and the Princess is thoroughly lost. Not in the sense that she doesn't know where she is (this is the third time she's ended up on the street where McTabby's is) but in that she doesn't know how to find her way out of this city.

She's taking a break, sitting on the sidewalk across the street from McTabby's, when she sees her. Another Princess, to judge by the crown, but not one she's met before.

"Huh... 'Aitch-ee-yay'... the Dream called me that, too..."

(holds a blowtorch to the puddle)

(throws various sliced vegetables and tomato)

(tosses various spices with no regard for cohesion or flavor)

*And they are so distracted by this fact that they don't even notice the puddle of water until their foot abruptly slides out from under them. They crash to the floor with a startled squawk.*

@stp-minimum-wage-contrarian

The Princess lets out a startled gasp.

"Oh! Oh no, are you okay?"

*points at the puddle of water with smibby in it*

*pours another bucket*

"...h-huh?"

Sniffling, she looks over in that direction. There, on the floor by the registers, surrounded by a growing pool of water —

"Smitten...!"

Without regard for her still-achy muscles, she springs to her feet and dashes over to the shadow, kneeling at its side.

"Oh, you — you're alright— I was so afraid — how did you get all the way over here?"

A pause, as she waits for him to respond.

"...Smitten?"

"..."

She reaches out to take its hand, but her fingers pass through its form without touching it. Just as if it were a normal shadow.