The Dining Table was a massive stump of wood, smooth topped, displaying many rings; and sprouts off the edges, branches heavy with fruit, both common and exotic, if not seemingly impossible.
"There's apples growing right next to the strawberries," the princess pointed out to the sorcerer.
"Yes, your favorite! I remembered..."
"But I'm terribly allergic to apples," snapped the princess, "Now I know you intended to kidnap my twin!"
"Drat."