Well. This was certainly not what she was expecting to see when she turned around. It seemed as though someone had replaced the inside of her cottage with...well. She's not exactly sure what this is
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Granny stared at Pippi for a long time, saying nothing. Granny hated children which meant, naturally, that children were frequently amused by her. This one seemed wary, which was the proper way of things, but still Granny was doubtful. It's seldom as easy as it seems.
Granny Weatherwax knew a lot of people, but not a single one of them would consider it pleasurable. The question threw her so much, in fact, that before she could even think of an answer, she said "fine."
Susan naturally recognised a Discworld witch on sight. She'd met Gytha Ogg before, of course, during the business with the glass clock.
"Hello, Mistress Weatherwax. I'm Susan Sto Helit." Her curtsey was carefully appropriate, just the right depth to acknowledge a clearly experienced witch.
Granny studied Susan for a while, as if trying to place her. There were a few barely perceptible flashes of emotion across her face: confusion, bewilderment, and finally, acknowledgment. Eventually, she nodded her head slightly in greeting and asked, "How's your Grandfather's arm these days?"
Well, she was prepared for that. Because if anyone would instantly spot her for who and what she was, it'd be a Disc magic-user.
She finally made the connection and identification and remembered -- Albert said her grandfather hadn't been able to stop talking about how AMAZING WHAT A LITTLE POKE IN THE RIGHT PLACE WILL DO for weeks. She smiled. "He says it's not giving him trouble, but the last time I saw him, he seemed a bit stiff. You know how he is. Can't look after himself sometimes."
Granny nodded her understanding. "I expect he's a bit busy looking after everyone else."
Although it was impossible to tell, she was immensely relieved to have someone else from the Disc around. Especially one like Susan. Maybe she could shed some light on where this was. Not that Granny was confused, of course. "So," she ventured, "what is this place? There was some fool blathering on about a world shaped like a ball and someone else saying about a place that isn't really a place at all."
Considering how Granny responds to the quest question, for once, Setsuna isn't so sure he should give out his usual quest, but well, his mouth....
"You got something against quests? 'Cause, I actually have one to give out, but if you're gonna be comfortable here, there's no point in it," the kid mutters.
"And err, my names Setsuna Mudou. And how should I address you? Last name, first? With the titles, without? That's a lot of stuff to keep track of."
"No, it's not, actually," Setsuna says with a sigh, frowning towards the gates. "It's simply find a way out of here. So...for people that don't care, it's a pointless one."
Count D steps forward, stopping a respectable distance away and giving a small bow. He is intrigued by this woman, to be honest; in particular, her answer to the question about wishes seem much sharper than the average human's. There is, upon inspection, certainly something odd about her. Not that it is such an uncommon thing, in this place... Witch, indeed.
"Good afternoon, Mistress," he greets smoothly. "I must say I'm impressed. You have a sound grasp on wishes that many lack."
Granny's eyes narrowed at 'Granny.' Generally the only ones that called her that were the children of Lancre. And Magrat, but she was a Wet Hen and didn't count much. But the Mouse's voice made it such that it was impossible to tell exactly how old it was, so she decided to let it go and focus on its question instead. "How many lands you got?"
Mickey did have a certain childlike quality to him...
"We've got eight neato lands that you could live in." The mouse ticked them off on his fingers and there were just enough fingers for lands.
"There's Adventureland for tough guys and gals, Tomorrowland for people of the future, Critter Country for critters and the people who love 'em, Toon Town (that's where I live), Fantasyland is a magical place, Main Street for normal folks, New Orleans Square which is a little spooky, and Frontierland for those folks who are on the edge and in between. If you could choose your home, where would you want to be?"
Granny paused, lost in thought. Assuming 'my cottage in Lancre' wasn't an acceptable answer, the question became surprisingly difficult. Fantasyland was the obvious choice, being a witch, but she had a a sinking suspicion that the magic the mouse was talking about was all wishes and fairy dust. Spooky might suit her more. But...
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"...Hi."
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"What?"
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But just barely.
"I'm Pippi Longstocking. Might I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?"
She had very little idea what that meant except that very fine gentlemen said it to very fine ladies when they wanted their name.
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"Hello, Mistress Weatherwax. I'm Susan Sto Helit." Her curtsey was carefully appropriate, just the right depth to acknowledge a clearly experienced witch.
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She finally made the connection and identification and remembered -- Albert said her grandfather hadn't been able to stop talking about how AMAZING WHAT A LITTLE POKE IN THE RIGHT PLACE WILL DO for weeks. She smiled. "He says it's not giving him trouble, but the last time I saw him, he seemed a bit stiff. You know how he is. Can't look after himself sometimes."
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Although it was impossible to tell, she was immensely relieved to have someone else from the Disc around. Especially one like Susan. Maybe she could shed some light on where this was. Not that Granny was confused, of course. "So," she ventured, "what is this place? There was some fool blathering on about a world shaped like a ball and someone else saying about a place that isn't really a place at all."
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"You got something against quests? 'Cause, I actually have one to give out, but if you're gonna be comfortable here, there's no point in it," the kid mutters.
"And err, my names Setsuna Mudou. And how should I address you? Last name, first? With the titles, without? That's a lot of stuff to keep track of."
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*"a bit" in this case meaning "extremely"
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"Good afternoon, Mistress," he greets smoothly. "I must say I'm impressed. You have a sound grasp on wishes that many lack."
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"Too many people gots their head up in the sky, if you ask me."
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"We've got eight neato lands that you could live in." The mouse ticked them off on his fingers and there were just enough fingers for lands.
"There's Adventureland for tough guys and gals, Tomorrowland for people of the future, Critter Country for critters and the people who love 'em, Toon Town (that's where I live), Fantasyland is a magical place, Main Street for normal folks, New Orleans Square which is a little spooky, and Frontierland for those folks who are on the edge and in between. If you could choose your home, where would you want to be?"
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"On the edge and in between what?"
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