Qiana might've literally been 'living the dream'. She was at a god's wedding, surrounded by mutants, having styled the bride-slash-queen, dancing with her Irish boyfriend and giving nods and smiles to fellow courtiers. The lines were certainly blurred between reality and fantasy. Especially with things, er, people, like the centaur who worked for Freyr who'd just offered her a polite greeting. "I'm gonna go get something to drink," she told Booger. Centaur had the right idea. As she neared his lookout post, the wee woman called up to the dark-colored being over the music, conversationally. "Your king is a good time!" Tress motioned loosely over her shoulder to where Freyr was doing the twist toward their end of the massive dancefloor.