Princess tiddlywinks stuck her head out of her royal chambers just long enough for a whispered conversation with Fred. Then, on a cloud of glitter and non coffee fueled mutters, she ducked back inside to trip into her secret portal elsewhere.

Later that evening, a sparkly little plot bunny could be seen tapdance-slinking his way down to the throne room, a schematic for a Tiffany inspired stained glass window in hand. The subject matter, if one squinted closely, might resemble a glorious dragon queen seated upon her throne, holding court over a sea of plot bunnies.