“I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me.” 

CS was not going to involve himself in this conversation or in any transaction. Despite his name, it wasn’t his job anymore. Unless it was Dedede, it wasn’t his issue to fenangle and haggle with any average joe who walked through the door.

“Your experience is important to us. We at NME hope you enjoy it, even if I have other places to be.”

Tending to the castle garden was probably her favorite pass time. Maybe it wasn’t something a queen should be doing. It tended to be pretty messy. But she loved the floral life, and being able to take care of them herself took a load off of her mind.

The fairy then paused, swearing she heard something.

Carefully, she stood up straight, straightening out her glasses and completely forgetting to grab her crown and put it on her head.

“Hello?” she called out.

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“…”

“Ah-heh. Y’got me there.”

Vul’s feathers puffed down and he took a deep breath. “Guess it’s just cabin fever. I can handle it in the ship, but when I’m on dry land… it’s a touch different.”

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Not opposed to a Sunday stroll, but can’t imagine it’ll stay nice enough to keep the umbrellas from snapping inside out. Sky’s black as ink over the horizon.”

“It is rather windy, is it not?”

She would be afraid of the same thing. Of the wind turning the umbrella inside out. Then she would get soaked in this heavy storm, and she certainly didn’t want that to happen. What she wore was heavy enough as it was, she didn’t need her dress to get soaked with a bunch of rain water.

“Perhaps there is something interesting to be done indoors. The first thing that comes to mind is baking something, like a pie. It is something that does not require the outdoors at all, so long as you have the ingredients to work with already.”

Which she did, of course. Her refrigerator was always stocked full. She made sure to keep it that way, in case she met any hungry travelers that wanted something to eat.

...

Regardless of the creature’s fear or disorientation, CS just looks at him with a plain, cold and clinical smile.

“Any and all browsing customers on the premises are allowed a maximum of one hour, with guide, to browse our wares. Paying customers are allowed three. Take your time.”

Admittedly, Kasby didn’t know how to read. So he was just staring at the pages the other was silently reading and thank goodness there were at least some pictures. At least he wouldn’t be completely lost whenever the book is talked about later.

The purple puffling stared at one picture in particular with a warrior wielding a staff with a star at the end. Immediately, his mind went to the memory of Kirby’s first fight with Nightmare.

One of the many memories that led to his period of identity crisis.

Thankfully that period had come to pass when he made himself into his own person. When he got his own name.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when his little reading partner turned the page.

“Oh, hello there!” The diminutive pastel-furred little alien looks up at the princess. “Either this town’s getting bigger, or I’ve wandered off farther than I should’ve. My name’s Garlude! What’s yours?”

“  oh!  w-well... ”  please pardon the young princess for stumbling at her greetings.  the lands were home to many different kinds of people, but when it came to terms of actually meeting one face to face,  it came to a bit of an initial surprise. 

“  my name is snow white. how do you do, miss garlude? ”

the introduction comes without much thought,  near automatic.  t’was customary for the princess after all-- although now that she thought about it,  staring at someone new wasn’t very  princess-like  at all! 

It was very fuzzy, Luna had been very young at the time. Still, she had the faint memory of waking in the middle of the night. Her bedroom door was slightly open as usual and she’d climbed down from her bed to venture to her parents’ room. As she made her way down the hallway, she’d heard a noise from the front of the house. Curious, she’d changed her path to go look for the source.

Wandering toward the front door, she spotted something latched to the knob. It looked like some kind of ball, shaking and trying to open the door out. Little as she was, Luna’s first thought was to help it get outside. So, she’d dragged a stool to the door, making the thing jump, and managed to pull it open. The thing had looked at her a moment. It was hard to see in the dark, but she still remembered the lone eye and how sad it looked. In a quick movement, it slipped out the door.