The sun is shining once again the following afternoon. The Queen lazes in her armchair with a teacup in her hand, listening to the soothing melody of the birds in the trees.

Impa stands by, watching the ticking hands of the clock. If her plan is successful, there should be a visitor around about now…

There is a knock at the door. Her daydream disrupted, the Queen pops her head over the head of the armchair. "Come in!"

Impa opens the door and greets the guest: Captain Cassida in her glamorous green dress decorated with sunflowers. She wears a silk scarf over her head, a viridian handbag on her wrist, and gloss on her pursed lips as she saunters past the Attendant into the Lounge.

"Good afternoon, my darling!" she chimes as she greets Her Majesty.

"Hello, dear!" the Queen exclaims cheerfully, and meets her with a kiss on the cheek. "I wasn't expecting you!"

"Oh really?" Cassida frowns. "I received this invitation from you only this morning…"

She shows the Queen a golden envelope sealed with a stamp. Confounded, the Queen reads it. "How bizarre…perhaps this is my husband's curious attempt to reunite the forgotten members of the Royal Court?"

The ladies chuckle as Impa serves them each a fresh cup of tea. Impa had delivered the letter herself in the early hours of the morning, cordially inviting the Captain for a spot of tea in the sunshine overlooking the Gardens. This will hopefully provide Imogen with sufficient time to break into the Captain's home and retrieve the delicate Zora Eggs safely.

The two women chatter meaninglessly of the weather and the taste of tea. Impa eyes the viridian handbag sitting on the coffee table: are the Zora Eggs concealed within her elegant rhinestone-covered accessory?

Suddenly, she remembers the gift she received from her tribe back home: a Lens of Truth, with the power to see things invisible to the naked eye. It is a long shot, but it just might work.

Impa discretely retrieves the mystical item from her pocket and peers through into the contents of the Captain's handbag: sure enough, her intuition proves accurate.

The door bursts open. Both women jump with fright, spilling a splash of tea from their teacups onto the delicate upholstery. A pale young man in a navy-blue dressing gown stands in the doorway with a furrowed brow.

"I heard voices." the King speaks monotonously. His head turns from Captain Cassida back to his wife. "What is she doing here? I thought I made it clear that only those that reside in the Castle walls are permitted inside?"

"Don't be so rude!" the Queen snaps and rises from her seat. "Captain Cassida was invited here and she is here to enjoy afternoon tea in the sunshine in my company! I shall not have her spoken to in the third-person as though she is not present!"

"I have made my feelings clear!" His Majesty affirms. "I am the ruler of this household and thus I shall dictate who comes through these doors!"

"Actually, I think I was just heading out…" Cassida sighs, placing her teacup back on its saucer.

"Not at all!" Her Majesty insists. "Please remain seated! You are a guest!"

"We can have this discussion another time." the King huffs.

"We can talk now!" the Queen hisses furiously. The couple lock eyes, creating a concrete tension no words can cut through.

"I'm going to depart…" the Captain finally interjects. "I'm meeting a friend later anyway."

She grabs her viridian handbag from the coffee table and swings it over her shoulder.

"It was lovely to see you! Perhaps we can meet up some other time?"

"For sure!" the Queen places a kiss on her cheek.

Impa watches every step of her high-heels as they cross the carpet; her handbag bounces weightily off her hip. She waltzes out the door without caring to close it behind her.

"I shall go and escort the Captain to the drawbridge." Impa announces, and quickly follows in her footsteps. The King and Queen are left alone in the quiet of the Lounge to confront their differences.