"Everyone is a story somewhere. I, however, am no Jack and that story in my world ended with...well, fewer riches and more genocide. So there you go."

Such a chipper subject to serve tea to. He also rose to fetch the most recent plate of sweets he'd baked. When he did his last acorn loaf, there'd been more dough leftover than he had planned for. Better to make use of it.

"Yes. The Dark Curse was enacted by one particularly angry soul, who stole everyone that had ever crossed her away into a world where their happy ever afters would be lost and forgotten. I came along for the ride."