What Mischief Makers are thee?

When Dee and Zee arrive, little by little, to turn Jem’s arrival upside down and inside out, it seems that life itself is turned right around.

At first they appear as eyes coming from the ether. Then the nose appears, then the mouth. Jem began to think he was going crazy. Then they began talking in unison which really startled poor Jem. It wasn’t bad enough that he was a little befuddled having just awoken. He also had one of the worst headaches. It felt like his head was pounding from within.

They giggled and zipped here and there in front of him. They looked at each other and spoke in tongues that was unfamiliar to Jem. Of course, he is who he is after all. However his memory wasn’t what it ought to have been at that very moment. What more to do than to have a glass of Ice Cold Raspberry Syrup. It had been one of Jem’s favourite drinks in the old realm. Now he was happy to be able to conjure up three drinks – shaken, not stirred.

In this small cameo of them, we see jem offering his true hospitality.

“He looked at them once more. Walking back over toward them, he opened his left arm and waved as though to let them know all is well. “Sit ye down my two friends.” He waved his right arm toward them and back again. There were two seats for them to sit upon. Jem commanded the seats to be under them as long as they chose to be seated.

“Take the weight off thy shoes” said Jem with a wave, “slippers, drinks, ice? How doth thee take yours, my two good men?” he asked full of hospitality

“Thank ye Sire, that would be very kind of you, Sire” they both said looking up at Jem, not certain what he was intending. Then they both sat down on their comfortable seats which had followed them along the platform.
“Oh Sire, these seats are just lovely and comfortable.”
“Oh yes, indeedy, they are so lovely and comfy”
“Very comfy, indeed”
“They are simply – Heavenly!” They exclaimed together with a very long sigh.

Jem looked at them, not quite certain what to make of these two new fuzzy characters. Now he was looking at them again as though it were they who were quite mad and not him. He was beginning to wonder who, in fact was really mad around here.

“Here thee art, gentlemen. Thy drinks.” he handed them two glass stemmed goblets that had delicious ice-cold raspberry syrup within them.
“Ahh, Sire, this is just what we would have ordered. However did you know that this is just right for us?” They each took a long sip of their drinks, with their eyes closed and then looked up at Jem.
“Gentlemen” Jem said, with a small cough, clearing his throat “am I to understand that thee misunderstood who I am?” he asked in a very firm, yet quiet voice
“Oh No Sire” they wanted to reassure him that all was well. “We know who you are – do you-know-who-we-are?” they were rather stilted when they asked this.

“Thou art both drunken, now aren’t thee? I knew I shouldn’t have added that last drop of scotch in their syrup” He said to himself as he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head from side to side “I just don’t know.Wouldst it be true, thou art unable to hold thy liqueur? Thee should not be drinking.  Did not thy mother tell thee that?” He looked at them both, drinking up and toasting each other with gay abandonment.

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