[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.

Comments

[goodgrasshopper]

...That seems completely unjust.

[toldastory]

Tell me about it. It's only cause he shares with me that I don't quite want to slap him for it.

[goodgrasshopper]

...Yes, I can see that. My cure? Lots of water and bedrest.

[toldastory]

Loads of water, to ibuprofen before bed and a bacon sandwich on wheat toast.

[goodgrasshopper]

...I've never tried that--the bacon sandwich. Is it any good?

[toldastory]

Yep, it works for me.

[goodgrasshopper]

[laugh] Maybe I should try that with my next hangover.

[toldastory]

Or you can ask Sev for a hangover potion. It works a million times better.

[goodgrasshopper]

I'll keep that in mind--though I think he'd probably be happy not to be bothered tomorrow morning, huh? [griiiiiiin.]

[toldastory]

Oh, I'm definitely going to tape the potion to his pillow in the morning. I want it in him before he even thinks about getting up.

[goodgrasshopper]

That sounds like a really good idea. I can only imagine how cranky he would be otherwise.

[toldastory]

Maybe he'll surprise me and wake up completely fine.

[goodgrasshopper]

I think you're asking for a miracle.

[toldastory]

Probably. I do that from time to time.

[goodgrasshopper]

Ever get them?

[toldastory]

Once or twice. Even if they're just small ones.

[goodgrasshopper]

[smile] I'm glad.

[toldastory]

[Martha smiled as well.]

I'm grateful for it every day.