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Picked up a paintbrush. Bad idea.
~~The paintings became real.~~

What did you paint?

My nightmares, as trite as it is.

Doesn't sound trite at all. Sounds rather cathartic.

It becomes less cathartic with my particular talents.

Oh?

What are those?

I have a feeling you would not appreciate the details dear. You give the distinct feeling of scientist.

Really?

That's interesting.

Am I wrong in my assumption?

No, you're right.

I just find it interesting that I give off a scientist vibe.

It may not you, for reasons of my own, I have become skilled at picking them out.

Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist, and you are?

Queen Mab.

Queen?

That is my title, yes.

What are you Queen of, if you don't mind my asking?

My homeland and people.

Of course.

Well, I've never met a Queen before.

That is not overly surprising. They are rare enough in this day.