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[Pre-Milliways: In which Sophie leads a mandrake root into immorality, and Howl's latest flame attempts guitar theft.]
The only reason Sophie's bringing her bucket of ferns into the bar at all is that she cannot take either Calcifer's snickering, the dog-man's gloomy snuffling, or Michael's merry lucky-in-love cheerfulness any longer.
Right now, Sophie cordially hates everyone. (But most especially people who are young, Welsh, and speak in romantic throbbing voices.)
So she's just going to sit right here at a table with her bucket of ferns and mutter at them, and pretend the entire castle - in fact, the entire WORLD - does not exist. "Be daffodils!" she snarls at her bucket. "Be daffodils in June, you beastly things!"
(The ferns don't seem inclined to obey. In fact, they're noticeably wilting the more she talks to them. Sometimes, emotions speak louder than words.)
The only reason Sophie's bringing her bucket of ferns into the bar at all is that she cannot take either Calcifer's snickering, the dog-man's gloomy snuffling, or Michael's merry lucky-in-love cheerfulness any longer.
Right now, Sophie cordially hates everyone. (But most especially people who are young, Welsh, and speak in romantic throbbing voices.)
So she's just going to sit right here at a table with her bucket of ferns and mutter at them, and pretend the entire castle - in fact, the entire WORLD - does not exist. "Be daffodils!" she snarls at her bucket. "Be daffodils in June, you beastly things!"
(The ferns don't seem inclined to obey. In fact, they're noticeably wilting the more she talks to them. Sometimes, emotions speak louder than words.)