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Steph's ...

Okay, honestly, she's just bored. It's all very well gathering yourself to dump the boyfriend, but nobody ever tells you what to do after you're done with the crying and the eating-of-chocolate

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Goldy has not stopped her flagrant invasions of privacy since Steph moved in with Mel. But she has toned down the brashness of her entrances a bit, to the point where she now gives a perfunctory knock before barging in. Apparently, a knock makes all the difference, even when one doesn't bother waiting for a reply.

"Hey there, Sweetcheeks," she says as she passes the couch. "Still in the comfort foods and sweat pants phase?"

Without checking to see what the answer is, the Fable continues on through the living room towards a different destination. Could be Steph's bedroom, could be the main bathroom....

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy's eyes are closed by this point, as she luxuriates in the massaging warmth. She doesn't condescend to open them when Steph arrives. She just holds out a hand and says: "You're up now. Drink, please."

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Steph regards her thoughtfully for a moment; then, apparently obedient, turns on her heel and makes for the kitchen.

Sure enough, when she returns, she's holding the requested drink.

"Trip, G. Or this is going down my throat -- or over your hair."

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Goldy cracks an eye to check on the seriousness of the threat to her lovely locks. It's real, so she sighs begrudgingly.

"Fine."

"A few of us are going with Skeeter, back to her world, to help her knock out a team of extremely powerful Red Sorceresses and their bodyguards. Me, Mel, Miho, and possibly Mary Anne."

Her voice becomes a little smaller. "It's not going to be easy. Some of us may not make it back."

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Steph is well aware that Goldy's voice never gets little unless she's angling for something. She sips the drink, callously.

"I thought you were immortal. Mmm, this is good."

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Goldy sneaks another peek, which quickly turns into a glare.

"For all intents and purposes, yes. But I can still get hurt. Or blasted into a smithereens by magic. In which case, goodness knows whether I would be able to regenerate properly, or get back here."

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Steph considers this, absently taking another swallow.

"...did you say Mel's going too?" she asks, suddenly.

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"Yes. I did," Goldy confirms. "And Miho. So, with Skeeter, that's three who don't have the luxury of immortality. Feel free to spare a prayer or two for them as well."

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Now Steph looks rather worried.

"You'll look after her, right? I mean, all of them, but 'specially Mel. I'd be really pissed off if she got hurt."

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Goldy's eyes open now. She looks a bit worried too, though hers is all directed at the rapidly decreasing level of the drink in Steph's hand.

"I will," she vows, with appropriate solemness.

Not that any of the others need looking after in the slightest. She just really wants the drink.

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"Make sure you do," Steph tells her, solemnly. "I need them all to come back safe."

She takes another sip.

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"Okay. And what about me?" she demands, sounding a bit affronted.

Before it's too late, she also lifts her hand out of the water again, and makes an beckoning gesture towards the drink.

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"Who?" Steph asks, apparently confused, draining the glass.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy's jaw drops as the drink is consumed. This incredulous look quickly gives way to an extremely pissed off one.

"Oh, you bitch. That was totally uncalled for."

Apparently, the promise that Steph would be able to stay dry has now been rescinded. To whit: the Fable aims a vengeful splash at her friend.

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Steph ducks, promptly, and smirks. "C'mon, what were you expecting? Declarations of love?"

She scoops a few blobs of foam off her shirt and blows them back at Goldy, grinning.

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Goldy humphs theatrically.

"Yes, actually. Some friend you are."