[Cured of her allergies, Morgana is frowning as something occurs to her. From a place in the open, she addresses the Plane at large.]

It has been near a year in Camelot since--since that experiment with the candies we were given, and what we became.

Our hosts have taken some action since, but is it a near-anniversary for anybody else? I can't help but feel wary that there may be some new trick intended and wonder if there is any way we can defend ourselves against it.

[She may or may not be having strange nightmares that feel a little too prophetic for her comforts.]

[Also there were pickles in these nightmares and that is why she is not going to mention them.]

[Mu appears on the Plane with four things. First is a large, stone jar about as tall as his hips, and just wide enough for him to get his arms around. Second, the cloth of Aries in it's presentational form, standing a silent sentry next to it's master. Third, a large-ish, faintly iridescent rock, which Mu is presently running his hands over, as though searching for something, and fourth, a thermos of tea sitting at his knee.]

Well, at least the lighting here is far better. Goodness knows, I might actually get some Stardust Sand from this rock.