The Dragon Queen took a potted miniature rose offered by one of her minions and showed it to me.
"We borrowed this from your patio back home to freshen up your squalor for you. They used to brew goblin pickle beer in this room. Can you still smell it?"
"You're still sending goblins to my house?" I growled.
"Let's put it this way," she thought for a minute. "If we find a rotten moldy fuzzy plate that we want to keep a bit longer, we will portal to your kitchen and put it in one of your plastic containers at the back of your refrigerator."
