"My dear," the Emperor says and suddenly there's a third, pinker mug in his hands, one with the words LIMINAL SPACE'S BEST EMPRESS written on it in elegant cursive. He holds it out to her, as if desiring an exchange.
She smiles fondly at her husband, her delicate fingers unlacing from his mug so that it can be returned. "Thank you, husband," she replies, grasping the new mug and letting her hands linger upon his for just a moment longer. Then her ruby red lips take a delicate sip of its contents.
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