[ Zelda brightens when Miss Christine accepts the proffered hand. The princess kneels down on the floor beside the cat, running her hand lightly over the soft black fur. Some of the stress in Zelda's visage melts away as she strokes the cat, soothed by the repetitive motion and the soft vibrations of Miss Christine's purrs.
A minute or two passes this way, princess on the floor with the cat, until the kettle on the hearth reaches a boil and begins to whistle. Zelda pushes herself to her feet and goes to remove the iron kettle from the hearth. Donning protective gloves, she tries to lift it, but it doesn't budge. Grunting, she tries again, but to the same result. Her strength is failing her tonight.]
Phantom, would you be so kind? [ She asks apologetically, indicating the kettle. ] I believe I've overfilled it.
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A minute or two passes this way, princess on the floor with the cat, until the kettle on the hearth reaches a boil and begins to whistle. Zelda pushes herself to her feet and goes to remove the iron kettle from the hearth. Donning protective gloves, she tries to lift it, but it doesn't budge. Grunting, she tries again, but to the same result. Her strength is failing her tonight.]
Phantom, would you be so kind? [ She asks apologetically, indicating the kettle. ] I believe I've overfilled it.