When I used to stay out all night, it was to dance. Sometimes in the highest heels imaginable. Sometimes barefoot at a friend's rooftop apartment. And we might try to speak to the stars afterwards, because our heads were spinning and the music didn't stop even after the neighbours made a noise complaint. And we wouldn't have eaten anything before, and would have drunk too much during, and it was beautiful. Your way sounds beautiful too, though, I wish I could come.
Your royal brother? [There's one thing explained. Also: is everyone he meets here intending to hold some claim to royal blood? It's practically the common thing.]
Don't tell me you're a princess too. There's so many of you here, it's like there was a clash over casting at the ren faire.
But it is a queer thing, is it not? How many royals there are. I should think it strange, as most royals are quite useless at any task that does not involve ruling.
It does feel like there could end up with a few too many cooks around here. I'd say they woke up the important folks first, maybe to calm their citizens in their turn, but that wouldn't explain me at all.
I wouldn't want to go back in one of those little pods, don't misunderstand me. [He's aware it's a risk: out of everyone here he seems to be the only one not properly fixed. But they'd have to fight him, tooth and nail.] But sometimes I do think it might've been easier to sleep through all this settling in. I'm not really a prepare ye the way sort of person - or I never thought I was.
You're right, if I was going to mock you it'd be over something far more interesting than a wrong number. Please, you're the most interesting call I've had all day.
I don't think he would either. [It would be cruel to trick someone with seemingly so little guile, and more than that, barely a challenge. Why would anybody.] That's the thing about wires, they get crossed.
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[To answer that question.]
When I used to stay out all night, it was to dance. Sometimes in the highest heels imaginable. Sometimes barefoot at a friend's rooftop apartment. And we might try to speak to the stars afterwards, because our heads were spinning and the music didn't stop even after the neighbours made a noise complaint. And we wouldn't have eaten anything before, and would have drunk too much during, and it was beautiful. Your way sounds beautiful too, though, I wish I could come.
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[She lights up, then, bright and blazing, her smile something to behold.]
Oh yes, you're most right, of course! I do love to dance, and I would do it all night, if I could persuade a partner.
When you are better, you will. Promise?
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Of course. When I'm better. So tell me about you, Lucy Pevensie, are you brand new here too?
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[She pauses a moment.]
Whatever could I tell you that you may wish to know?
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Don't tell me you're a princess too. There's so many of you here, it's like there was a clash over casting at the ren faire.
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But it is a queer thing, is it not? How many royals there are. I should think it strange, as most royals are quite useless at any task that does not involve ruling.
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[He sounds more uncertain than the smile he tries allows.]
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[A pause.]
I think to be alone here must be the most difficult of challenges.
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I wouldn't want to go back in one of those little pods, don't misunderstand me. [He's aware it's a risk: out of everyone here he seems to be the only one not properly fixed. But they'd have to fight him, tooth and nail.] But sometimes I do think it might've been easier to sleep through all this settling in. I'm not really a prepare ye the way sort of person - or I never thought I was.
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[She looks at him for a moment.]
You might be that sort of person. You certainly are a kind person, and that means a great deal to me.
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Or a person who had no inclination might simply tell me no, I was wrong, and send me along my way.
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Good god aren't you adorable. And pretty, too. People must wish they could hate you.
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