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[The ball.

He wouldn't say he was overly fond of those sort of events, though he could see the merit in them. More so after what had happened last night. Michael would do his duty, attend those functions when necessary, but he was in Wonderland and his duty was nothing now compared to when he'd been in Vega. He could, essentially, do exactly as he pleased, and, other than helping when something happened, he had a sense of freedom that he didn't have back home.

Structure, he had thrived on it, still did. But, here, his freedom opened him up to experiences that would have previously been lost to him.

And, that had led him to Bela. They had met, and things had moved forward in a way that Michael didn't think he'd ever known before. It was natural, and unforced, without time restraints. And, she wouldn't suffer the same way here as she would have back home. Being with him was punishable, but here, it didn't matter.]

Bela.

[He whispered her name, and he wasn't trying to wake her. It had just slipped out as he lay there, holding her. Michael brushed a finger across her cheek, brow creasing in confusion. An emotion he'd probably feel a lot while he worked this all out.]

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I do eat, but it isn't a necessity. I have never found myself overly fond of food or drink.

[He was unlike his brother or his brother's alternate in this. Their love of food and drink, especially sweets, and liquor, were both unrivaled.]

With all this free time in Wonderland, maybe I should explore my palate better.

[Michael looks at her, mouth curving.]

Maybe we could find me a favorite.

I don't see the harm in you trying new things.

[Her smile grows as she takes Michael by the hand to lead him over to the food laid out on the table.]

And yeah, I'd like to help you find a favourite kind of food. Starting with right now.

[It's an excuse to spend more time with him and get to know him better in the process.]

[He wraps his fingers around hers, and pushes himself off the bed. Michael's mouth curves up at her words, and he lets Bela guide him towards the table.]

The closets aren't always so bad with this, are they.

[They had a tendency to play tricks, but as far as he could tell, there was nothing wrong with the food here.]

I'd like that Bela, you helping me.

Most of the time the closets come through.

[Not that she's had a disaster...yet.]

It would be awful if you didn't like it, Michael. [Bela sounds amused, teasing as she sits down.]

Besides, I find it enjoyable. [She serves herself some of the food.] Help yourself.

If you like it, then that's all that matters.

[As someone that didn't need food to survive, he didn't place high priority on his personal preferences for taste.

He sits down across from her, and sets some of the food on a plate.]

Thank you.

[A light, content smile plays over his mouth.]

At least we don't have to leave in order to eat.

Its nice to have your own room service so to speak. Besides, I am in no rush to leave here.

[Which was absolutely true. Bela starts to eat some of the food, taking sips of tea between bites. She looks relaxed.]

I will stay as long as you want me to. Or need me to. Either way, I'm happy.

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