practicality

[Crowley saunters into the library, an apple in one hand and several bright red strawberries in an upside down top-hat on his head.]

What a fancy cup you have there. well then is this a private affair?

I've yet to see our darling queen, perhaps you'll tell me where she's been.
I've words for her, and quite a few, if you tell me, I might tell you.

[He give a devilish grin and sweeps his hat off his head, offering Clow a strawberry]

Do you have, perhaps a chair? I'd like to join but there's no where.