<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Not mundane, just not hers to explain. </div></div><br/>The queen tilts her head to the side, and her brow furrows a bit.<br/><br/>"You are the third to ask me for my childrens' new ball today..." She looks from you to puck, and then sadly back to you. "I'm sorry, my dear, but that gift has already been given. A mortal man with wounded eyes gifted me all the laughter from his past, present, and future for the trinket... and I could not turn down someone who wanted it bad enough to forsake all joy from his life..." If anything, she looks sadder at that than at the fact that she can't give you the gift you seek.<br/><br/>"Is there perhaps another gift that you would request? As to your questions, I will trade you one question for one answer from you. And as to requests... well, we shall see what you had in mind..."