As Christopher soothed his sore bottom, he heard the cottage door open and he stopped rubbing altogether. The prince was determined to save what was left of his dignity and not rub his butt in the presence of a lady. Christopher looked in the direction of the sound, but instead of seeing a maid coming out of the cabin, he found a pretty gray blob running directly towards him. "How are you?" asked the gray blob, then shouted, "Oh, just look out the window!" The mother-in-law will be really furious! » Why was Christopher's vision so bad, anyway? Had the prince inadvertently blinded himself when he fell from the apple tree? Christopher then brought his hands to his face and fortunately found that he had only lost his glasses. He wasn't blind after all! Only... where exactly were his glasses? Christopher needed it. Ignoring the gray blob still chastising him above a broken window, the prince knelt down and began running his hands over the grassy knoll, searching for his lost glasses. Christopher supposed he must have looked quite stupid, fumbling in his semi-blindness, because the gray blob had put an end to his angry lashings, only to mock him. The drop's laughter had a silvery sound, and Christopher might have appreciated the beauty of the noise if he hadn't been so preoccupied with his task. He must have really looked like an idiot... but it wasn't his fault! Christopher couldn't see! Yet this horrible blob stood there, trilling with joy at his misfortune, when it should have been helping him, the prince, locate his much-needed glasses. "Here, are you looking for this?" asked the gray blob, it... middle of paper... uh tells me a lot of things, ma'am, but I do my best to ignore each and every one of them. So far, I've been pretty successful. "'You're a strange little man,' Cinderella only gave him a scowl this time. 'And you're a deranged, broom-wielding sociopath,' Christopher retorted, taking a look. Back away carefully, because Cinderella's gaze had just landed on the broom placed at her feet "Go away before I nibble your head with my broom again!", shouted Cinderella, clenching her fists tightly. Christoper noticed this. Her arms were bruised purple and blue, in various places... and the girl was covered in ashes, probably from the fireplace. Oh, the prince understood the girl's unusual nickname. , now Christopher flexed his jaw several times, wanting to say something to the girl, but the prince found himself rarely at a loss for words..