[thirty six] What the actual fuck.

[goodgrasshopper]

Faeries are not like that.

Faerie Godmothers are nothing like that.

What kind of crappy Disney bullshit was that?

[Added after she finds out about Cissie.]

[Private to Murphy:]
Karrin. You're needed in the infirmary.

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[cisskabob]

But we like Disney. What about faeries?

[goodgrasshopper]

Faerie Godmothers. The Disney version--like I was at the port--is complete... crap.

[cisskabob]

But they're cute and floaty and turn the dresses pink!

[goodgrasshopper]

And they aren't anything like real faeries.

[cisskabob]

You know real faeries? What are reals faeries--real faeries--like? They don't make blue dresses? [to herself, but so audible] ...Or was it pink? ...'Make it blue!' It was pink. Pink dresses?

[goodgrasshopper]

They're not nice. I've met some. Just... they're not nice, fluffy happy things. They can be cruel, capricious, and duplicitous--for all that they can't lie.

...But the clothes can be great.

[cisskabob]

...Those are really big words, Molly.

[goodgrasshopper]

Yes, Cissie. They are. I use big words sometimes. It's okay.

[cisskabob]

Mooooollyyyyy. I can't--brain.

[goodgrasshopper]

It means they're bitches, Cissie. Mean, mean bitches.

[cisskabob]

[There is a long pause and then... Cissie giggles. Just giggles.]

[goodgrasshopper]

You are so high.

[cisskabob]

No! Am not!


....Am I?

[goodgrasshopper]

You kind of are. Don't worry. It's adorable.

[cisskabob]

I am not adorable. I am... Not adorable! But Molly! It's the morphine. Morphine, Molly!

[goodgrasshopper]

Morphine does that, yes. It makes you adorable.

[cisskabob]

....No, that's not what it does!

[goodgrasshopper]

No? What does it do, then, if it doesn't make you adorable?

[cisskabob]

It makes my head feel better!

[goodgrasshopper]

I'm glad it's making your head feel better, Ciss.