IPOLA: (To a serious-looking Tula) I thought it would give you some satisfaction to see that.
IPOLA: Now – let’s make a few plans together, and then order a feast, eh?
TULA: (hands her the crown with a smile. ) This is really yours.
IPOLA: Oh keep it. I’ve got lots of them. Just a bit of jewelry, really, but it seems to impress people. Wear it when it’s appropriate.
TULA: As you wish, Mother. (she impulsively hugs Ipola) Mother …
IPOLA: There, there, girl …
TULA: I was so afraid … that ..
IPOLA: I know.
TULA: … that I’d have to be queen!
IPOLA: Well. Happy to spare you that, at least.