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Agatha Ferris (The Iron Stove) || GHP verse

[stove_wife]

[:D?]

[stove_wife]

Yes you do. Don't even try to argue about it.

Me? Oh, I'm alright. Same old, same old. Except I wondered where you'd gone. It was rather alarming. [She doesn't seem alarmed, though she does seem concerned.] I haven't been traveling as much since I found the other fairytales. Everything else is pretty much the same. So no, no prince yet.

Was there anything specific you wanted to know, or just, like, generalities?

[craving_gold]

You're obsessed.

Only that everyone's alive and well. Do you think my Queen will be angry at me...? I didn't have much of a choice, but... [It's not something he's quite willing to explain, and he's not sure how handwaving a long disappearance will go down.] Well, it doesn't matter much, I guess.

I didn't see any interesting stoves on my travels either. Sorry.

[stove_wife]

Yes, I expect she will be. Unless she's too afraid of you. Is she afraid of you? Your story always seemed kind of, like, ominous to me... But yeah, she was really worried. I'm sure she'll forgive you though.

Oh, you were looking? How thoughtful. Thanks.

Do you want to sit down? ...Or lie down? There's nothing on the sofa or bed that can't just be pushed onto the floor.

[craving_gold]

A little afraid, I think. She always looks sort of tearful when I'm around. [He shrugs.] I wasn't expecting her to worry, though, so that's... something.

[For a moment, he looks at her almost suspiciously.] I suppose I could do with a seat, yes. Thank you.

[stove_wife]

How unfortunate. [Spouses really shouldn't be afraid of each other...]

Ok, let me just clear it off. [Quickly and unceremoniously sweeps the newspaper pages onto the floor.] There you go.

...You can stay here as long as you like, you know. If you need a place to stay. Or if you're just tired.

[craving_gold]

[They really, really shouldn't...]

Thanks? [It's a rare slip that it comes out as a question, but he's not really aware that some people don't live in sterile, spotless, shiny places with not a speck of mess in sight. He sits down.] And, um, I don't need to stay overnight, really. There are hotels and things. Or I could go back to the flat, I guess. I will, soon.

[stove_wife]

But this is free and I'm not going to yell at you for being missing. Are you quite sure?

[craving_gold]

...we'll see. If I feel better in an hour, I'll leave.

Why are you being nice to me, anyway?

[stove_wife]

I told you. Don't you remember? You're my friend. I became your friend specifically so I could, like, look after you when you needed it. [Thoughtfully:] Also I think I try to be pleasant in general. It's just a comfortable way to be...

If you didn't expect me to be nice to you, why did you come here?

[Starts shredding up the lunchmeat into tiny pieces and giving them to nearby toads.]

[craving_gold]

[He brings his legs up onto the sofa and loops his skinny arms around his knees, looking more like a sullen teenager than a dignified king.]

I don't know. I didn't want to go anywhere else. You're kind of sensible, I guess, and wouldn't flip out or something. I didn't expect any... "stay as long as you like" bullshit. What is that? [Friendship: a hard concept to grasp.]

[stove_wife]

[Looks at you sadly.] You really don't have other friends, do you. Oh dear.

[Leaves the lunchmeat with the toads and goes to sit by you.] People look out for their friends, your majesty. You look like you've been having, like, a hard time. People don't like their friends to be miserable. I just want to take care of you.

[craving_gold]

Okay...

Could you not call me 'your majesty'? Please?

[stove_wife]

Alright. What should I call you, then?

[craving_gold]

...my name? [Does she even know his name?] Edgar.

[stove_wife]

Edgar. [Looks at you critically for a moment, then nods.] It suits you. Alright then! I suppose you could call me Agatha, if you want.

Now. You looked sick when you looked at the sandwich. Is that because you dislike food so much, or are you, like, sick with something?