The Summer Empress chugged along, Gar’s hand on her wheel.
“Your airship is akin to her captain,” Regina said, “squat and unkempt.”
“Ya ain’t a queen no more,” he grumbled.
She joined him, regal in overalls. “I know.”
“Bless me altimeter! Ain’t ya lovely!”
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