Dinah had actually bought some pretty nice presents for Priestly's birthday, and had found a good place to get a cake (the guy shouldn't have to make one on his own birthday (unless he really wanted to)). It was going to be a pretty cool day--
--but Dinah was not in residence. Instead, Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. (circa 1558), was stopping by.
Currently she was looking out the glass windows of the Clocktower in amazement, a little fear, and a great deal of bewilderment.
Which would probably shortly become 'really pissed off' as soon as she had someone to talk to.
[Open for visits and phone calls! Dinah is now Queen Elizabeth I, based on Rachel Skarsten's appearances on Reign.]
Stupid Cousin Mary strikes again.
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All of that information was rather overwhelming, so Elizabeth flopped down on the nearest sofa (as much as you can flop with some serious skirt and petticoats and a steel spine going on) and stared Priestly, trying to fit it all together. "I did not have a child. Did I? I don't wish to be married!"
Now she sounded Dinah and Priestly's age, for once. "Well. Except to Robert. But his wife is rather in the way of that at the moment... and I still may not marry him!" Because she adored him but she really didn't want to make him King. Or have a baby people would fight over and wind up assassinating her in order to put it on the throne. "Cook?"
Her stomach growled. Look, she hadn't had breakfast yet! This was a lot to take in on an empty stomach!
"Royalty may not apologize, because it is a sign of weakness," she sighed, following him into the kitchen. "We may still have regrets and... Apple? Or peach, if you have it, I-- what is that box?"
Ooooo. Shiny technology. "It's cold! An icebox of some sort? Only truly ice!"
This is way better than your republican principles, Priestly. "Are you a king yourself?" she demanded, because. Mean! Not telling her!
Okay, so probably refrigeration could still have been invented under a monarchy. But it hadn't, so NYEAH.
(In fact, it technically had, in the 18th century by a Scotsman. But Priestly hadn't looked at wikipedia yet.)
Congratulations, Priestly, you got her to drop the royal We.
Sorry, Liz, Priestly had done this to the legendary Arthur. He wasn't going to let you off the hook.
"I'm studying nutrition. So, you know, what sorts of foods are actually good for you, instead of just tasty."
He was 99.9% sure they didn't.