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[ Fillory. Of course. Quentin's giving out those books like candy, it seems. ]

He'd like that.

[ Shit, if Quentin's catatonic voice didn't ring out from inside the vein cocoon as he recited the words with her while he slept, Eliot wouldn't even be surprised.

He makes his way into the kitchen. The stew is set on the table, and he gets her a glass of water. He also grabs one for himself, because he suddenly feels parched. ]

If you need any help with understanding Fillory shit while he sleeps, I can probably help. They're kids books and you're smart so you're probably fine but it's a confusing as shit place.

They're quite good, for children's books. I think I would have appreciated them better as a child. [ She's always been quite fond of stories. She takes the offered glass of water with a smile. ] But it's been nice to read something from your world, they don't exist in mine.

[ Some things appear to be universal, others aren't. It's funny how dimensions are, that way. ]

It's a real place, isn't it? I know Quentin mentioned it does actually exist in your dimension. He said he's been here. Have you?

[ She's yet to find out how bad it is, though. Quentin's largely avoided letting her know about that part. ]

Mm. Yeah. I was High King and everything.

[ Eliot settles down at the table, taking a spoonful of the stew. It is very very good, and Eliot realizes how much he needed this. He takes another few bites before carrying on. ]

Quentin’s still the Fillory authority but I like to think my tenure as monarch lends me some valuable insight.

You were High King? [ It startles a laugh out of her. Honestly, she's... not expecting that. Visiting Fillory, what was believed to be entirely fictional, is one thing — but ruling it? Actually immersing oneself within that world?

She's smiling though and it's at least genuine. She sits down at the table with him. It's safe to say she has a budding interest thanks to these books. ]

That's... kind of amazing. What was that like? Being king?

Oh. You know.

[ Eliot talks between eating. He shrugs a bit, and mostly it's evident that he's trying to figure out how to put his experience in kinder words. ]

I got a lot of nice clothes. And people literally did whatever I told them to. I once told someone sarcastically to get me a unicorn milk latte and they did. Being a king is all fun and games until you realize you can't actually help your people. I miss it. It gave me purpose.

We like to feel useful. Purpose helps us feel connected to the bigger picture, to the whole. It's... a pretty powerful force. [ Her voice is quiet as she speaks, glancing down at her glass of water before taking a sip. She tilts her head to one side ever so slightly and smiles softly. ] I think there are more ways than one to find purpose, though. You don't just have to wear a crown for it.

[ Her eyebrows had raised at the mention of 'unicorn latte', though. She has to ask, she has to. Something a little lighter to give pause to the heavier side of the conversation. ]

Was the unicorn latte as magical as it sounds?

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