"Aren't they?" she asked. "What's to say what's real and what isn't~? Dreams can be as real as anything else. To me, at least." She grinned, watching him pull the candles out. "They're just some of my toys."

She looked as at ease as when they sometimes had tea together, sitting herself down on her umbrella and swinging her legs as she watched him. It was his turn now, and she wondered what he'd come up with next.

She already had a good idea what she'd be doing. She'd even given him a hint, but she didn't know if he'd notice. As much as she might have told him, there was even more she'd kept secret.