[Anne shows up almost instantly after the note is slid under her door-- She had meant to check in on the kitchen earlier, she really had, but she and Tad Cooper had some soul searching to do.

And by soul searching, she means gazing into Tad Cooper's eyes intensely trying to see find some trace of what the hell made him haul ass to her like that. The dragons in stories were intelligent creatures, right? Or had there been something--- or someone-- compelling him?

Well. Anyway. She's done staring at and talking to an animal that may or may not have a curse upon him, so she heads to the dining hall. What she wears isn't her usual style-- instead, it's much more youthful, something like... a teenager would wear? A printed skirt, a solid top, and a denim jacket. Weird. She holds herself together, though, carrying dear Tad Cooper in a wicker basket as she makes her entry.]

I'm afraid I'm going to be a little bit of an adjustment, dear Tad, for I am an avid partier, unlike your two previous masters. Don't worry, I can show you the way. [Has Queen Anne lost her mind, talking to a dralizard like this?]

[Nevermind. She quickly busies herself folding fancy napkins, with making herself and others plates, and with trying to teach poor Tad Cooper how to eat off a spoon like a dignified little beast.]