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[makesfiends]

If you happen to be sitting near the door this afternoon, just before it opens you might hear laughter. Something like the cackling of a mad scientist, if that mad scientist were very young, very female, and very Bulgarian.

This laughter is followed by shrieking, as the door is thrown open.

...and BOOM!Smoke billows in, behind a small, very

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[always_win]

Snow doesn't really like children. irritating little annoyances, for the most part. But this one is making noise.

"Are you lost, dear?"

[makesfiends]

"Lost! Am. I. Lost!?" Vendetta gives her a look which says 'Are you STUPIID? I shall feed you to a fiend if you do not stop asking foolish questions'.

But that look is short lived, only to be followed by one of rage.
Yes, there is a difference.

"I am NOT your dear!"

[always_win]

"Well," she points out, entirely reasonably, "you did ask where you were. And unless you were testing us, I am led to assume that you didn't know."

[makesfiends]

"Of course I am lost!" There, a bit of clarification. "This is NOT my front yard."

The box seems to object to the yelling, as it jostles about a bit in her grasp.

"And who is us!?"

[always_win]

"The patrons of the bar." She does not add a 'dear to the end of the sentence. She does eye the box warily though.

"What do you have in there? A pet?"

[makesfiends]

Vendetta rolls her eyes.

"Yes. It is a pet." Sarcasm drips, but so does irony.

"A terrible fiendish pet."

[always_win]

Snow raises one eyebrow.

"A monstrous pet?"

Well. The girls certainly looks. . . feisty enough to handle it.

[makesfiends]

"Fiendish! I. Said. Fiendish."

Vendetta slams the box down on the nearest table in irritation.

"And I am looking for Charlotte!"

[always_win]

The eyebrow remains elevated. Feisty was perhaps an understatement. How about brattish?

"And who is Charlotte?"

She does not eye the box, not even when it begins to shake about alarmingly on the table.

[makesfiends]

"She is the annoying singing one."

This very aptly describes her, Vendetta figures, but-

"And stupiid!" she adds, for good measure.

[always_win]

Snow blinks. Several times. That very aptly describes all sorts of people.

"I don't think I know a stupid, annoying, singing Charlotte. I know lots of stupid people, but none of them are called Charlotte."

[makesfiends]

Vendetta's eyes widen. This look would say 'Oh no! Say it's not so!' if she weren't so excited at the idea of more fiend bait.

"What are they called? And -do they like presents?"

[always_win]

Snow ponders.

"Well, there is a very annoying boy named Harth. And an even more annoying man named Patrick. I'm sure both of them would love. . . presents."

There might be winking. Nobody ever said that Snow was nice. . .

[makesfiends]

Vendetta cackles, mostly to herself.

Then, turning toward the box, she suggests- "You could give them this!"

[always_win]

"What is it?" Snow asks.

Don't think she isn't tempted. . .

[makesfiends]

Vendetta inwardly facepalms at the question.

"It is a FIEND, you stupiid woman!"

And she's entirely willing to give it away now. If it fails to remain in the box, maybe it will EAT HER!