King Elk Forest you look familiar, did you forget about me?

Queenie considered the comment and shrugged, I guess so. Not like you're hiding it very well. She was struggling a bit to keep up with the stranger, but she was determined not to fall behind. You're always angry, huh? It seemed that way, at least. Each time the two had crossed paths, he seemed to be in some Moody Judy bubble of grumpiness. Maybe, Queenie thought, it was her fault...

Nah.

Wanna talk about it? she asked, her voice bubbly with a slightly mocking tone behind it. She would have listened if he wanted to speak on it [she doubted that he did] but she wouldn't be able to promise that there wouldn't be any jokes made in response.