The King would just have to take MoMo's delicious midnight snack to go! So he wrapped up the remaining sandwich in a paper towel and handed it to her - he encouraged eating on the roof, hey, why not - and took the other proffered hand.
"You might be able to even grab a star if you want," he said as they approached the hidden door, which was nestled cunningly in the master bedroom - a room probably the size of an entire first floor apartment. The staircase leading up to the highest point of the building was short, and just beyond it was the destination - like climbing up through a cloud and then emerging right into the sky.
"We're going to have to find you a hobby of sorts," he went on, gazing out toward the ocean. "How do you feel about fencing lessons?" With something to do besides focus on pain, torment, and anguish perhaps she would begin to enjoy life a little more. And fencing was a fantastic sport.