– Who goes there? What do you want with me, a poor old flower...
– Oh, do shut up. I know what you are and I swear by the ordinances of the sisterhood to which we both belong that I mean you no harm this day. I wish to share your meal.
– Well, one can never be too careful. Sit down. I'll get you a seat.
– Anything else?
– Nope.
– What's it to be? Heads or tails?
– Heads.
– So, stranger, where are you headed off to on this fine day?
– I seek a fallen star. She fell not far from here. And when I find her, I shall take my great knife and cut out her heart while she still lives. And the glory of our youth shall be restored.
– Fallen star? That's the best news I've had in ages. I could do with losing a few years meself. So whereabouts did you...
– Limbus grass! You dare to steal truth from my lips by feeding me Limbus grass? Do you have any idea what a big mistake you've made, Ditchwater Sal?
– How do you know my... Who are you?
– Look again.
– I shall not seek the star, Your Dark Majesty. I swear.
– Seek all you wish. You shall not see the star, touch it, smell or hear it. You will not perceive her even if she stands before you.