Which reminds me: would you like to come to dinner at my mother's, sometime? She's not a Tale, but I could tell her that I tracked you down. She's a wonderful woman. She'll like you.
[After David's stared at his Compendium for at least twenty minutes and attempted to persuade himself that he didn't know his brother well and just doesn't care.]
How?
Let me know when you want me over for dinner, ok kiddo?
Well, I might know a few things. In fact, I consider myself something of an expert on fairies!
...the Tales part, maybe not so much.
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Oh please. It's not like you ever were one.
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Well, I have a very active imagination!
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Of course you do, kiddo, you're a Fisher.
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It's in the genes?
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Right up there with our cheery dispositions.
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[David]
Which reminds me: would you like to come to dinner at my mother's, sometime? She's not a Tale, but I could tell her that I tracked you down. She's a wonderful woman. She'll like you.
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[Cue stunned silence of exactly fourteen minutes.]
Yeah, I'd like that. Long as I don't run into James, he was always good at holding grudges.
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Uncle David? Dad died when I was four. I'm so sorry. It didn't even occur to me...
I'm so sorry.
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[After David's stared at his Compendium for at least twenty minutes and attempted to persuade himself that he didn't know his brother well and just doesn't care.]
How?
Let me know when you want me over for dinner, ok kiddo?
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And if you need anything, you can totally call me. I'm not going anywhere tonight, I have a movie from Netflix and I'm staying in.
(Eleanor has written in a cell number that I am far too lazy to look up from past entries.)
That's my cell number, in case you didn't have it before.
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