Of course there had to be a feast. Meeting the beloved of their daughter was a big thing for Mr. and Mrs. Ingram. Gunner, too, loved the prince, and it was obvious from his banter.
"You think she is strong enough to carry you?" Gunner asked the Dreamer.
The prince laughed wildly. "She doesn't carry me. She just throws me on the floor and feeds me from a bowl like a dog."
"Yes, and afterwards I use him to wipe the deck," Serenica quipped. "Someone should seriously go help my mother in the kitchen. Should I be that someone?"
Everyone else was too busy. Serenica went to the kitchen and sank her hands into a ball of dough.
"How's that socket doing?" her mother asked, obviously trying to hide the worry she felt.
"It's been all right. I still get ghost pain in there occasionally, but it doesn't bother me too much."
"Why is he here?"
