Beneath the Surface

"I wanted to be treated like a princess for a day..." She muttered.

Ician smiles. "Oh, why would you need to ask for that? You're already a princess to us." He brings Ruby even closer. "We'll treat you like a princess for the rest of your life. Sound fair?"

She nuzzled him gently. "R- really?"

"Do you even need to ask?" Ician nuzzles her back. "... Actually, about the whole 'eyes back' thing? I'm going to see if I can get that wish fulfilled, even if just for a few minutes."

"I really wanna see what my two lovers look like... if only for a moment." She said as she kissed him, ears twitching.

"I'll get it done. And, of all places, from the Royal Court of the Night." Ician looks out the window; the faintest traces of Canterlot drawing into view. "I know a guy who knows a guy. Who knows another guy. It all traces to the Court. You'll see."

"I hope to god I do~" She purred, pushing him onto the bed.

Ician closes his eyes and smiles gently. "It will be done... my princess."

She kissed him gently. "You know what you need to do if I'm your princess?"

"What?" Ician grins back.

"Buy me lots of dresses, and make me breakfast~"

Ician pouts. "Oh. Of course. You might change your mind when you try to eat my cooking, though."

She giggles. "What did you think I was going to say~?"

"What did you think I thought you were going to say?" Ician counters.

"Answer my question first, or you don't leave the bed~"

"Ah, but by that logic you won't be leaving the bed either until I give you the 'correct' answer." Ician smiles. "Therefore, in order to obtain the answer to the question you want answered by me, you would have to first extract the suitable answer and then proceed to question if the answer to the question I answered was indeed properly answered or if my answer is questionable. In which case, the real question is if the original question is indeed capable of being answered in a straightforward manner, or if the clarity of the question that requires an answer is too questionable to be answered with any degree of certainty. This subsequently deems impossible the possibility of answering the question with an answer that begs no questions."

Divine deadpans. "Answer the damn question Ician."

"Aw, I was having fun with that." Ician chuckles. "Fine, fine, I'll answer the question."

There was a brief pause.

"Um, what was the question again?"

"What did you think I was going to say?"

"Oh, right." Ician pauses and considers. "You know, I kind of forgot. I do remember, though, that what you said was layered with a certain hint of... desire."

"Then you better act on that, shouldn't you~?" She asked quietly.

"Oh yes, I should." He grins mischievously. "I detected a hint of desire... for my cooking. Although I know I am a culinary master, it is unlike you to express a desire for food in a setting such as this."

She sighed. "And what are you going to make me, master chef?"

"Oh, I'm going to make you..." He trails off. "I'm actually not sure. I can never remember what I cook, and when I'm done you generally can't tell what it was supposed to be."

She blinked and groaned. "Great, you didn't even catch that one."