divine_right: (do we have to talk about this?)
Not that I believe you're listening, Admiral, but I hardly required reassignment.

[There is a sharp intake of breath, and she makes a face at something on her vanity. She picks up what appears to be a chocolate chip cookie.]

Well, perhaps you are listening. Since I have your attention perhaps you'll tell me the name of your superior officer. If you're an Admiral, you must have one, a monarch at least.

[Her eye flicks to something on her vanity again, the only indication that viewers will get that he probably just gave her another cookie.]

Fine.

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