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Sunday Afternoon: Third Floor Common Room

Dor wasn't sure what the big deal was about the big football game. After all they had football back in Xanth but they were just balls of feet that rolled around the jungle making footpaths for the populace to use.

So he decided to skip the whole gathering and settle down in the common room and see what was on TV.

It was then that he stumbled across the Puppy Bowl and somehow became hypnotized by the images of puppies frolicking around and playing with each other.

[Because... well it's what I watch instead of the Super Bowl. Because it's Puppies. Yes, I am a dork.]

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"Oh yes," Adora nodded, looking around and deeming it safe enough to share her story. "Grayskull is the magical castle on Eternia where our friend the Sorceress lives. My brother Adam is He-Man, the defender of Castle Grayskull. The Sorceress gave each of us a magical sword that channels the magic of Grayskull to transform us into He-Man and She-Ra so we can protect our worlds from evil."

"Oh! I get it," Dor said. "It's a kind of object that enables transformation magic. That's actually pretty neat. Have you been a hero a long time?"

"Only for a few months," she told him. "It's why I'm here, really. I was trapped under Shadow Weaver's evil spell for so long, I think my parents worried about sending me right back to fighting against the evil I used to work for."

"Ooo," Dor said. "Shadow Weaver? That sounds very menacing."

"Oh, she's horrible," Adora agreed. "Anytime I questioned the Horde or their methods of taking over Etheria her eyes would glow red and she'd coat my mind in her mist."

"I don't think Xanth has ever faced anything that evil," Dor replied. "Well my Dad once faced a woman who wanted to be queen and had the power of illusion but she got married to the current king and isn't that evil. Unless her daughter is interested in you."

"Oh! Is her daughter interested in you?" Adora wondered.

"Um. Yes."

Dor frowned.

"Sometimes."

"I don't follow," Adora replied. "Wait, is she your girlfriend?"

Dor opened his mouth to say some sort of answer but...

"That depends on her mood," Dor admitted. "Sometimes she's okay with me. Other times she chases me away with her scary plants. I don't understand it at all really."

"Wow, that sounds complicated," Adora replied. "Yet you continue?"

Dor grinned. "It's complicated. This has been going on since we were ten."

Her eyes went wide, "That's a very long time. I was so focused on training at ten I can't imagine I'd have noticed a boy."

"Well since I'm a prince and she's a princess and we're both kind of... forced together from time to time," Dor admitted. "And you've been training to fight since you were ten?"

"So, are you going to marry her?"

Adora made a face, thinking of her training, "It's kind of what happens when you're raised by a group trying to forcibly take over a planet."

"Those shadow weavers sound like nasty business," Dor commented. "And as for marriage... I dunno. I'm only seventeen. And I never know exactly where I stand with Irene."

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