princesselmelloi:
“How can you hate tea parties and frequent my shop half as often as you do?”
Still, he had managed to get her curiousity going, and so she delicately plucked a star from the air near them.
“My mother drank tea all the time, so I can’t stand the stuff. Coffee, though, I like. And wherever you get your coffee, it’s good stuff.” He explained, waving a hand.
As the girl reached up and touched the surface of the star, it began to glow with a soft light, and expanded to the size of a beach ball to get a better look at it.
“Cool, right?”











