Having left half of her sandwich on the warm white plate, she wondered if going now to see the fabled wonders of the roof would bode well with The King, whom commanded her as he had to finish it all in one sitting. It was more exciting of a prospect to see the view than chat over cooling grilled cheese. She could finish it later when they returned. Flowering to her feet, the withered but now more vibrant night-bloomer trotted over to his side of the table with her small hand held out for him to take.
"Bring me to the stars." Mikabo The outcast chanted in her ever serene, syrupy intonation, her smile subtle but hearty as the drifting charms of a cello played sadly underneath the moon. "Kindly King."