He kissed her and she awakened. "Hey who woke me up? I was in the middle of an amazing dream!" she demanded.

"Well, I did," replied Charmer, "I am your prince, here to rescue you from your eternal sleep, and take you away to my castle so that we can get married and live happily ever after."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I am not marrying you! I have already found true love, and let me just add, it's not you!" snow white glared at him, "Now if you please, leave now so that I can go back to my dream."

"No, I road for 3 hours to get here the least you can do is give me so food," ordered Charmer, "after all you will have me in an awful lot of trouble with me mums, she's the queen you know. We live all the way in once upon a time. That is through here into happily ever after and across the land of the wicked step-sisters, do you know how many versions of Cinderella have been written? Those wicked step-sisters accumulate," Charmer explained.

"Shut up," instructed snow white as she poured the tea.

"Well aren't you lady like," proclaimed Charmer, "I thought you princess' were supposed to be elegant, and kind. That's why this week I chose you instead of the damsel about to be run over on freeway 7,"

"What in the name of Sneezy, Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy and Sleepy is a freeway?" asked snow white.

"What do you mean you don't know what a freeway is?" beseeched Charmer, "Well, I suppose you have been asleep for 200 years. A freeway is a place where a bunch of cars drive to get to the same place at a higher speed limit."

"What's a speed limit, wait what's a car?"

Charmer groaned and snow white wondered if he was ok as it was the sort of groan one doesn't usually hear unless near someone who is dying. Charmer walked over to the door and began exiting. "Are you leaving?" cried snow white, getting her hopes up.

"Of course not, I will be back in 5 minutes," replied Charmer absolutely unaware of the hope that had presented itself in the voice of the princess he had just rescued.

After Charmer left snow white took a moment to look around and found that the old cottage had changed, there were some sorts of balls hanging from the ceiling emitting a light. And there was an add cube shaped item on which sat a stainless steel pot. "What happened to the wood stove and cast iron cauldron?" wondered snow white aloud. When she looked outside she saw some odd metal contraption with 6 windows, four doors and incredibly weird looking wheels made out of some sort of black thing that snow white was not familiar with.

"Honey, I'm home," called Charmer, coming through the back door.

"Let me tell you this once and for all, I am not, and will never be, your honey!"

"Whatever you say dear," replied the arrogant as ever Charmer.

"Nor am I you dear, Shnukums, Lovely, Babe, Sweet heart or any other pet names that may come to mind while you attempt to woo me with your ego," retorted snow white.

"Fine just snow white it is," Charmer sighed as he could have come up with some much more creative name, "also they said babe 200 years ago?"

"Yes, they had just as many sexist pigs back then as they do today, it's just back then they were much easier to tell apart from the gentlemen as for the most part the sexist pigs of those days had the comportment of a pig," explained snow white, "Also you will not call me snow white either, you will either call me your heinous or your majesty, understood,"

"That's a pretty big demand coming from someone I only just met," argued Charmer.

"Yes well no one you wouldn't want to use your real name either if it was snow, what my mother was thinking when she named me I will never know," said Her heinous continuing to rant and rave under her breath.

"Oh dear," said the prince, "Well while you decide what you name is, as these days not many people go by Your Heinous read this, it's an article in racers magazine that will tell you everything you need to know about cars, streets and everything else that concerns auto mobiles."

"Fine, fine, you can leave now. But first what is that cube in the corner and what is the cylinder on top of it?" questioned Her Heinous .

"It's a stove and a pot. You use the stove to cook things in the pot." Answered the prince.

"How peculiar, well any who, tootlepips,"

"Goodbye and I will be back tomorrow, but, just to put this under consideration, the man you are in love with is in all probability dead, just a thought," said the prince as he walked through the door.

Is it possible wondered Her Heinous could grumpy really be dead?