ARTEMIS.
That boy. That silly, ridiculous, foul... Fowl!
I mean, yes. Apparently it's a curse day, so I can't exactly blame him, but I'm not exactly pleased with this sort of thing. I come by to take a peek on my helmet, calm as you please, and I go into his little apartment and --
My helmet is in wee little bits! ALL OVER THE BLOODY FLOOR.
And -- just... honestly! It was working fine yesterday. All it needed was a bit of a tweak, and now, ohhh, bits and pieces are so much more than a tweak. Why, I ought to --
...
Breathe. Breathing. I'm breathing. Slow, deep breaths. Right. Good.
Right. See, I'm a fairy. Fairies don't eat meat. We honestly don't, it makes us a bit ill. Animals, you understand. But in any case, I figured I owed Gene for putting up with me being affected by the curse the other day and... well, he's a bit off today. I figured something familiar on the table would cheer him up.
So.
Anyone want to help me in the kitchen with this steak?