the girl was standing in the throne room, fidgeting nervously, hands clasped together
"Why are you here?"
"M-my new friends s-aid I had to..."
"And they were...?"
"Um...t-the tall one...a-and the one with pretty hair! The red one!"
"So...31."
"Um...y-yeah! A-and his husband!"
"Nope."
She tilts her head at him
"H-hm?"
"217 doesn't make choices, 31 does."
