"Yeah, well, I'm not sure logical is a word anybody uses to talk about
business-as-usual in Corona," Cassandra scoffs. "The heir to the throne has
fifty feet of unbreakable hair. I once spent hours trapped in a magic
mirror while my evil double stalked everyone I showed up with. We all got
turned into birds one time. 'Logical' isn't a thing."
"I sold two of my ribs to a man made of a hundred people's parts to hear his story and ask him some questions inside of the living embodiment of being disoriented," he answers back, "which makes my life bizarre. Weird. Full of strange and supernatural phenomena. But that doesn't mean 'logic' doesn't exist."
He'll take one look at her and then scrub his face before he sighs and nods. Yes, of course.
"Two matters of business before you go: first, do you want to take this?" and he points to the file, "and after you've read if, if you want me to read it, I will." Because don't think he hasn't noticed how much of a teeth pull this has been. "And second, is there any sort of schedule you'd prefer or just... meet up when it feels appropriate?"
"...Do you really think the Admiral's going to write a bunch of garbage
about me, or do you think I might want to go through and red-ink it first
or...what?"
She gives Winifred a look to communicate that the scritches are a secret to
be kept between them, and takes her file with her when she leaves his
cabin.
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She pulls a face at him.
"How many people do you think I've been talking to? You're the first person who could have any opinion on this."
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He's never hated a character from a fairy tale before. Something new and special for him.
"To be fair," he says at regular volume, "some people are more open than others. I can't imagine a person on board-"
Beat.
"All right, I can imagine one person but he's a bit weird. But! Most people would not see that as a logical string of events. Not even a little."
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"Yeah, well, I'm not sure logical is a word anybody uses to talk about business-as-usual in Corona," Cassandra scoffs. "The heir to the throne has fifty feet of unbreakable hair. I once spent hours trapped in a magic mirror while my evil double stalked everyone I showed up with. We all got turned into birds one time. 'Logical' isn't a thing."
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"Okay, well, I don't know what else to tell you."
She finishes her tea and gets to her feet.
"This has been not fun at all, let's do it again sometime."
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"Two matters of business before you go: first, do you want to take this?" and he points to the file, "and after you've read if, if you want me to read it, I will." Because don't think he hasn't noticed how much of a teeth pull this has been. "And second, is there any sort of schedule you'd prefer or just... meet up when it feels appropriate?"
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"That second one. Appropriate. That's fine."
She picks up the file.
"...Do you really think the Admiral's going to write a bunch of garbage about me, or do you think I might want to go through and red-ink it first or...what?"
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"I honestly don't know. I never read my first inmate's file."
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"Huh."
She gives Winifred a look to communicate that the scritches are a secret to be kept between them, and takes her file with her when she leaves his cabin.
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