(no subject)
Perhaps the best word to describe Mary Lennox tonight is 'smug.' Smugness is practically radiating out of her. She sits on her chair smugly, she drinks her milkshake smugly, and she flips through her book on exotic plants virtuously and smugly as she compares the pictures to the small pile of plants on the table next to the book.
Wouldn't you be smug, after all, if you'd completed a successful raid on the room of an evil fairy, freed his prisoner, confiscated his blatantly suspicious magical plants, trashed his stuff, and gotten away scot-free?
Wouldn't you be smug, after all, if you'd completed a successful raid on the room of an evil fairy, freed his prisoner, confiscated his blatantly suspicious magical plants, trashed his stuff, and gotten away scot-free?