Aye, lad. . . best watch oot fer Queen Mab as she's rumored ta rule over men's dreams. An' since yer a-snoozin so vigorously o' late, she's gettin' what ye might call familiar wif ye, and has taken ta dooin' donuts wif 'er chariot in yer parkin' lot. When she stops an' lifts oop 'er 'ood, best look inside an' admire 'er horsepower. She's a vain one, is our fairy queen. An' if ye do no admire 'er tricked oot chariot wif what she considers 'er due respect, she will roon oos doon flat like charioteer road kill. Aye, that she will. 'owever, if ye please 'er wif yer manners an' flattery wif yer portraits o' 'er, she'll take ye on a particularly splendiforous joy ride an' buy ye a burger an' fries doon tha car 'op, oh aye.
Nice work lad. I believe wif this fine portrait, she's got 'er eye on ye for bein' firends wif benefits. . . I predict ye'll be gettin' Puckish soon enuf from tha' twinkle in 'er eye.
Go man go get 'er.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream