Dan sat, absorbing the information like a sponge. At some point during the story he'd slowly sank down and now sat, criss-cross applesauce, on the palace floor with his box by this side. He looked intense, like her was cataloging evey word in case he had need of it later.

When Elise spoke to him near the end it actually sent a jolt through his body as though he we're being roughly woken from a deep sleep. He blinked a few times before turning to her.

Oh, it was the Samurai from the tarmac. He gave her a gentle smile. "Well, theologically speaking, it's not that far off from how things work in my world. Darkness, light, an order of warriors, fools trying to manipulate darkness..." The last thoughts carried with it an extremely bitter tone, but he quickly shook it off. "It's all just...bigger. It's so much bigger its kind of hard to think about."

He shook his head, noticing the woman seemed quite on edge. He reached over to pick up his box. "I'm just going to focus on the things I can wrap my head around. There are thirteen bad guys and seven princesses. I'd be betraying myself if I didn't go and do something about that, even if the world wasn't at stake. Here."

He opened up the box to her. Inside was a large, flat, brown pastry speckled with darker brown chunks. It was a giant cookie. He'd gone out and bought a giant cookie to bring to this meeting of war and worlds, all cut up into triangles like a pizza. "Take some, and tell me what you think of all this." 

[@Shoddy McCoy]