So apparently talking animals are just a normal thing in my dreams - there's a living cuckoo clock in our kitchen which fell asleep so I didn't know how late it had actually gotten until my maid came to find me so that I could be gotten ready for the ball that night. Before my mother, who is apparently a marchioness there so...I'm some kind of royalty? Makes a little more sense that the king's opinion is an actual thing to be concerned with. Anyway - we need to get me ready before she comes looking for us and in Mary Ann's own words "takes both our heads".