Toby actually laughed at his last comment, shaking her head. "No offense. Partially because I am pretty bitchy, just ask anyone who's met me before my third cup on a better day. And because I know enough purebloods to definitely agree with you. I'd probably be pretty snotty myself if I wasn't a changeling. Even a changeling who's a knight still ends up being pretty low on a Fae social ladder, and I can count the number of nobles I can stand for more than ten minutes on one hand with a couple fingers left over. The only reason I hold my tongue with the Queen of the Mists is because she's already tried to get me executed once on bullshit charges. Well, that and she's scary. Part banshee, part siren, all crazy bitch." Hey, the Queen wasn't here, she was going to let it out while she had a chance.

She actually sighed at the mention of Oberon, shrugging and leaning against a dingy counter. "Don't know. He left us hundreds of years before I was born. He's not dead--well, we don't think he's dead, he and the Queens--Maeve and Titania--just...shut the doors to the old lands and left. Maybe that's why we keep using his balls and their tits as swears. Maybe we think if we offend them enough they'll come back." She was surprised by the note of wistfulness in her voice. Maybe it wouldn't have been there if she hadn't been to Anoon, if she hadn't seen just a bit of what Fairy had lost when the doors were shut, but she had. "Guess that's pretty much a moot point right now."