Dolce sits perfectly still in his seat.

Dolce opens his mouth.

Dolce says nothing.

Katherine Isabella Fluffybiscuits raises the teacup to his lips for a good sip, just like a Super Duper Good Girl should.

Katherine Isabella Fluffybiscuits leaves him tied up for his own safety, and so that he doesn’t get lost. Just like a Super Duper Good Girl should.

“Thank you for your time, ma’am, and for the tea. I know it is short notice for both.” Open mouth. Siiiiiiiiiiiip. Close mouth. “My name is Dolce; I’m one of the crew of the ship that recently landed in the Terraced Lake. My apologies for the trouble and worry we caused. We have come a rather long way, and we were not sure what we would find when we reached here. Please, do let me know if any of our number are causing any trouble, or if there are any complaints, and I will see to it that it gets sorted out. We mean no one here any harm.”

Kat sweetly bonks her head against his wool, slipping in a discrete, tasteful [i]hrmmmmmmmmmmmmm?[/i] To remind him! Helpfully! Of the obligations of Fox Law!

“Oh, yes, and this is Katherine Isabella Fluffybiscuits Esq. She helped me find my way here.”

Dolce says nothing of demons, of lost sheep, or of the brave, selfless actions of a delicate foxgirl in remedying these matters.

Kat lets loose the beginnings of a yip, or whine, or something far, far more powerful and perilous.

“She was quite patient, to bear with me all this way. I do think a Super Duper Good Girl is patient, don’t you?”

Kat yawns, and has always been yawning, except for when she has been standing as still and as quiet as can reasonably be expected of an unjustly persecutied maiden.

“On the subject of being new to all this, I am rather curious about how your job works. Kat told me a little on the way over, but there is still much I don’t understand. If you would, I would love to hear more from you. It would be a great help for us to know how to be good neighbors, for as long as we are here.”

“You see. We had not touched down for five minutes before someone cut our ship in half. (On accident, of course. I understand this sort of thing happens.) But it does make me wonder. If one person can do that, and Princesses can do quite a bit more, how do you do your job? Suppose if - Qiu, was it? - what if Qiu disagrees with you, or is rather put out by one of your orders, or simply resents you, and refuses to fully cooperate. What happens then?”