The small sitting room was decorated very warmly, with flowerpots overflowing with blooms and a fireplace crackling away.
When the fireplace saw Deathstroke enter, the blazing opening formed a smile like a mouth, then spat out a great deal of popcorn, clearly intending to entertain its guest.
But generally speaking, Su Ming was not in the habit of picking things up off the floor to eat. It did not feel very sanitary.
He followed Dream into the sitting room, found a sofa draped in an orange blanket, and sat down. Feeling the springs press against his back, he smiled. "Heh, listen to yourself. I'm just an ordinary person too."
Pale and ghostlike, Daniel sighed. He knew Deathstroke always loved stressing that he was an ordinary person.
But ordinary people could not even enter the Dream Dimension, let alone this castle. This was the center of dreams, a realm of the supernatural. If someone really were an ordinary person, they would probably scream just from seeing the Door Handle at the entrance telling dirty jokes.
He took a few steps and sat on the opposite sofa. A plastic garden gnome wearing a pointed hat shuffled over on stiff legs, carrying tea and snacks, which it placed on the coffee table.
At some point, a window had appeared in the wall beside them. After setting down the tea, flames burst from beneath the garden ornament's feet. With a whoosh, it flew out through the window, and a few seconds later came the sharp crash of glass shattering outside.
Daniel acted as though he had heard nothing. With a wave of his hand, the window in the wall vanished, as if it had never existed.
Having finished that minor matter, Dream raised a hand slightly, inviting Deathstroke to help himself. "Please, have some