Vanderly gripped him tight, laughing as he was hauled off. In the corridor the pair gathered a few odd looks, but they quickly bowed in respect. Kimp met them just before they turned down the wing that lead to all royal chambers, sadly all the suites were empty save Vanderly's.  "Shall I bring your meal to your chambers, my queen?" he bowed his head after a slightly nervous glance at them both. "That would be perfect Kimpy. But only you. Don't let those fools attempt to bring it in your stead." he commanded.  "Of course. A you wish." Kimpy was red and proud of being given such distinction but he was a reserved little lamb and kept his composure despite the blush. He stood still signs of wanting to say more present in his posture. his ears flicked a few times.  "Yes Kimpy?" Van asked curiously, arms curled around Pookie's neck.  "Your boots, my queen. They look magnificent." Vanderly beamed at him, pointing a toe at him. "They contrast well with... the great one's fur and the fit is perfect."  Vanderly explained how Kimpy had helped him create the masterpiece he now wore.  "It would n be so without you, Kimpy. Thank you."