eachdraidh | voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

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Suppose that's fair enough. [He knows a losing fight when he sees one though.] Guess it's just a question of who I'd bring first if I could. But if they're not willing to bring me people, I'll have to think of something else. You've...given me a lot to think about. So thanks, I guess.

Er. [she didn't think she'd done anything like that.] You're welcome, I suppose.

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