Raining ducks? Now that isn't something I've yet seen, it sounds terribly odd and not exactly desirable. Can you imagine, a duck falling from the sky and hitting you squarely on the noggin? I rather think it would hurt quite a bit, don't you?

[She swirls a her coffee, thinking.]

He has turned it off before, has he not? I seem to recall several days not terribly long ago where young were old and old were young and no one was the right size at all. Not a very nice thing to do, when you're used to being you.

[Hm. Another excursion into Carnival. Alice isn't terribly sure how she feels about that. Last time that happened, she had Malkus had both kicked the bucket. She isn't fond of the idea of venturing in again, at least not anytime soon, and especially without the Vorpal Sword.]