Everyone said the milk is poisoned, but I drank some of ours and I'm just fine! I guess that just goes to show again that Mayfield's tricks are no match for a mighty vampire.
Oh, and daddy, I ruined one of my shirts getting my wings back, so go get me a new one. It had better be cute, too.
[And should anyone happen to come across Flandre face-to-face, she now has a pair of very pretty but extremely impractical
wings. They do not allow her to fly.]