(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
"Maybe he's annoyed by the demotion," Em said, just loud enough to carry. She didn't look up from her sketchbook, but one corner of her mouth curled up a tiny bit. "Who'd be a good king when they believe they should be a god?"
Em looked up finally, biting her lip in thought. The cat already had her thinking about Missy, which meant think about Sabine, and the idea she had was like any number of conversations she and her cousin had over the years. Why she chose to share it with a complete stranger instead of keeping it to herself, Em wasn't sure. "I wonder if you've hit on the truth behind the trope. It's not the megalomaniacal villains in novels who want to take over the world, it's their cats."
She shook her head. "Sorry. I don't know why I said... any of that. I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch."
"My Oberon! What visions I have seen," Em quoted to the cat, imagining how Sabine would've appreciated the inside joke. "Do you know a bank where the wild thyme blows?"
The cat didn't need words to make his feelings clear. Her Majesty Artemisia hadn't either. "I guess the namesake doesn't take no for an answer any better than the fairy king." The play would've been a lot shorter if Oberon had accepted Titania's no to begin with.
"Oh, I didn't say. I'm Em. I should've started with that probably. Sorry."
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"Shh, don't give him ideas," Q tutted. "He already rules the flat, I don't want him getting any ideas about London or the world at large."
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She shook her head. "Sorry. I don't know why I said... any of that. I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch."
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"It's fine. It's hardly been peaceful anyway," Q quipped. And, as if on cue, Oberon smacked his arm again, crying for another nibble.
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"Oberon," Q smiled. "Titania is at home with my other half."
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Q chuckled, but the cat simply looked a bit grumpy. Talk was not fishes, and he very much needed fishes in his face and in his tummy.
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"Oh, I didn't say. I'm Em. I should've started with that probably. Sorry."
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"Quite alright, Em. I'm Quinton," he replied, offering the name he gave most people lately.