As the meeting starts, Sancho refuses to even so much as look at Dulcinea. It's rather childish, but this rivalry has occurred for centuries.

"How bad is it?" Don Quixote asked, horrified that his mere lack of presence somehow had consequences.

He looks around the table, at each corner of the table there's one of his children, The Barber, The Priest, and the Princess of the Parade, Sancho stands behind him and his chair, much like the glorified butler/babysitter she is.

"I have... Had to stop counting." Curiambro admits, looking down at his book(bible?).

"I haven't been able to tell as there are far too many for me to keep track of." Dulcinea doesn't seem to care all that much, that or she is being genuine, it's hard to tell sometimes.

"They keep ripping the dresses I put on them!" Nicolina complains with a pout on her face, her arms crossed.