"Someday I'm going to sleep in one of those huge down beds. With thick, dark wood posts, and plush velvet curtains, and there'll be a roaring fire, and the blankets are going to be so warm and soft-"

"Well, right now we're sleeping on a damp floor, Duchess." The tiny one adjusted her ill-fitting dress. "But it's not all hopeless! Look!" She drew two small cookies out of seemingly nowhere. "From our benevolent Lord's private reserve. No wonder we only get gruel, in the flavor, 'not enough'."