[COLOR=lightblue][u][b]The Authoress[/b][/u]

  As Cledwynn spoke, the Authoress maintained her steady gaze, clearly showing that he had her attention. She always did appreciate analytical minds such as his. His explanations did not disappoint.

  "[b]Fair enough[/b]," she said. She leaned forward on her elbows to stare into her coffee, wisps of steam warming her face. On the other hand, Cledwynn's observations depended entirely on his definition of "normal". With everything she'd seen, experienced, in the multiverse thus far, the word held as much meaning to her as time did. "Normal", for her, could stand for beings like Zig, or it could stand for humans like Sandy Caine. It didn't matter either way. They both knew that Cledwynn was right and attempting to counter his reasoning would be an entirely pointless endeavour.

  She lifted her head, turning once more to face Cledwynn. "[b]Speaking of the restaurant, despite its rather prosaic appearance, it's a curious place.[/b]" The Authoress paused, reconsidering her words and her audience. "[b]Perhaps I should rephrase that. A setting such as this is a common sight for me and, at first glance, it seemed to be no different than the dimensions I traverse. When I observed it closely, however, I realised that the very threads that made up this dimension proved otherwise.[/b]" 

  Her gaze slid over to the inebriated dragon amoeba, unconcerned at his antics. Her right hand slid off her coffee mug, twitching her index and middle fingers. Any amount of sleeping gas that drifted in her direction immediately wafted around her immediate area, creating a safe zone of sorts.

  "[b]It's made everything more unexpected than usual[/b]," she mused, her dull eyes returning to Cledwynn.[/COLOR]