#anywhere

"I am pleased you understand."

"But of course, I had hard drinks with Shalimar one friday. The whiskey was sour as sin. I chanced it. The noise was loud. I endured it barely. When it was time to go, he broke into Hamilton singing outl oud 'I'm not throwing way my shot' and refusing to release the glass. I tasered him, of course."

"Of course!"

"I have nothing against Hamiltion, but will resort to Franklin" A nod

"Of course." Sometimes it is safer to agree...

"And you, Buttercup? Have you bespelled your farmboy to your satisfaction?

Zara smiles. "Oh, we are old and boring. All the drama shall happen in the fall, of course."

A chuckle "Your house, hath it changed fall colors too? "

"Nay. I usually change as the winds do. I am in my summer clothes."

"Which, truth, makes all of the upcoming a bit... ah.. less..." A pause, looking for the word.

She waits patiently

"Less..."

"Thou shall not say I am scared. I have faced monsters, aye?"

"Eyes that were ever watchful, arms that were ever snatching, only the heart lacked"

"I know not what it shall be like."

She beams at something

"I... I like home. I like my room and my tree and hearing Mama sing when she cleans."

A fond smile, "Shall I tell thee that everything will be better o certes, that yo ushall want for nothing, miss nothing? I am, after all, a sidhe, and lie most beautifully. I will tell thee a world of falsehoods so sweet as to make nightengales sound like nails on a chalkboard. But ask, and I will lie to thee as none other will"

"Oh... I want not lies. No."

"I want... I... mayhaps... sympathy?"

"Gads, wouold my tongue were pulled a dozen feet straight and long" She hugs her sister "He ..he clips his toenails in the tub my black and white tiger pooka. He finds Pauly shore amusing. I would be amused by the same- but arsenic would have to be involved. There is so much I am learning as we spoon...and sometimes I fear I love a spork. Sympathy? Oh... I shall truck thee loads of it"

"He has a bean bag !"

HUG!

"He wishes to put it in the living room." A sigh.

"It's.. sports..."

"THough doest liketh the Merry Engineers of Trepdidation"

"but the living room? A bean bag is not conducive to living.. it is conducive to dying, a aesthetic sign to all that form itself now takes too much effort. Bean bags are what happen when chairs no longer with to breath and wait for the beeep of timely demise"

"I don't even understand how a troll fits in one.."

"You'll have to unstitch him I fear"

SHe ponders "stiching... mmm"

"Mayhaps, you could give skeleton to the skin?"

"Ohhh.. make it poky?"

"Or make it into a chofa with the right frame, whatever muse moves"

"That would still mean a sports sofa."

"He did put the Mets on half..." A sigh. Both fond and exasperated.

"Awww..." She coos then grows serious "That just means you wait until hes not IN it when you set it afire"

A soft rasp, her not-laugh.

A smile "As you can see...every lady learns something of her Prince Alarming"

"Aye. You can take the boy out of Iowa..."

"But you'll have to bury him in Jersey"

"Where all things are buried, aye."

"Aye." the two talk, as much as a pooka can do so straight, bout the challenges of growing to know their fellows.

Those challenges? extensive.

But worth it!

Indeed!

(End Scene)