You slap the page you're holding as you make eye contact with the Queen again. Sure, you tell her, she did her homework on the Scribe's latest toy soldiers alright. You say it's A+ work, that she deserves a few gold star stickers and a spot on the fridge, yadda yadda. Now, you can't help but wonder why she'd invite you into her personal royal quarters on Prospit just to read over some facts on those horned freaks - especially since you pretty infamously had the hero of Time on your crew for a while. Maybe she's—