The Luna Choosing Game

Forgive me, Your Majesty, but we had given consideration to the spirit of the event,” I said.

It wasn’t totally a lie. I had given some thought about how our divided display could still indicate some measure of cooperation, even if Linda hadn’t.

“Explain yourself,” the Queen said.

I motioned toward our display. “At first glance, our table is divided, which could reflect the deep disagreements between us and our adversaries. Yet if you look closer, you will notice that our selections actually complement each other.”

The Luna and King pressed in closer to the display, peering at where I suggested. Behind them, Nicholas. and Julian gave me supportive looks – a full smile from Julian, a partial from Nicholas. Joyce continued

to look off into the distance, disinterested.

“Linda’s cold selection and my warm one offer an exploration of taste. The drinks in between act as a palate cleanser, when needed. Individually, we could stand alone fine, but when presented together, we

are better.”

I lifted one of the stuffed mushrooms and handed it to the King.

“Much like diplomatic relations, we bring two different individualities together in a united front.”

the stuffed mushroom. He hummed, then motioned to

very good. Try

the princes their own appetizer. Nicholas touched my hand a moment longer than needed as he accepted his. Pride shone

one to the Queen, however, she simply looked at me blankly, and made no motion to

accept it.

it back to the table. “Whenever you are

suddenly, claiming everyone’s attention. “Piper’s talking

discuss

eye, to ask her

glancing

didn’t want her inferior selection to be anywhere

the event.” Linda huffed. “But

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her dried–out deviled eggs and handed it to the Queen, who eagerly accepted

boundaries and do as they are told,” Linda said. “That is why our display is the way it is.

as if