"You guard them?" the Fool repeats, the inquisitive glint in his eyes and expression remaining keen as ever. This sounds stranger and stranger the more he hears--and therefore more interesting. "Are they in some manner of danger?"

A server comes by to refill his teacup, and with a pleased smile, the Fool holds up his cup, then glances Eve's way. "Would you like something else?" he offers her. "My treat."