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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[omg stop asking for food from strangers, what are they teaching kids in schools these days???]

I don't think you'll find McVities here, sis.

[she's a bit out of touch there too bro!!!

answers, so blasé:]

No harm in asking, is there?

You might get some shortbread and caramel, just chew 'em together.

[it might be a bit soggy. forgive him, he hasn't eaten in five years. ]

[one of the last things lisa ever said to anyone living was about the same. she's glad this is voice-only, now.]

Not the same thing, Kier. Besides, if they can magic us in from all over, I don't see why they can't bring us some food too.

Depends. [ actually she has no idea don't listen to her. ] Are we talking biscuits or biscuits?

[ the difference is in the tone of voice. clearly. ]

[americans.]

We're talking biscuits.

[she knows exactly what buffy means, but sass wins out.]

Things are always better if a machine is involved. It's what makes the world so bloody grand.

At least it's natural. ["natural."] Don't fancy the idea of eating nothing but fairy food for who knows how long.

You could get a lifetime of it if you ever get a boon from these guys.

Don't suppose you'd tell me what that is?

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I don't think we're really here for the biscuits, Jem.

[A little more somber. He really, really wishes Jem hadn't been brought here. One wars enough. ]

I'll ask around.

Doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Make the best of it, you know.

[she'd rather be flippant than actually think about it. consider what it means to be in another war, this one against other people instead of — instead of something that would kill you given half a chance. that was survival. what these kings and queens are asking for is something else. it appeals to her ego, thinking they must've wanted the best people for the job, but part of her knows it's not that simple.]

Don't bother if someone has the strawberry ones. Those taste like shit.

[not that she expects him to find any, but best to be prepared and all.]

[softens,]

It's not Paris, but it's not bad. Imagine what Dad'll say when he hears we've been living in a castle.

Don't think he'll believe us. He'll think we've gone proper mental.

[Not quite Paris, but he imagines this is probably far more adventurous. ]

I should get myself a sketchbook. When am I gonna get the chance to draw people with wings again?

Only because he'd be jealous.

[though maybe not a fan of the whole...look caer scima's got going on. he frowns enough whenever he pokes into jem's room for one reason or another: sure it's not too dark in here, jemima?]

You have to. They must have some around here somewhere. [failing that,] Or you could always learn how to weave.

[add another tapestRY TO THE WALLS ISN'T SHE HILARIOUS]

At the end of the month they'll ask you about something you might want and give it to you if you've completed a task. You've already missed this month's though.

So there actually is a king and queen here? [she'd half-thought the imps were making it up, honestly.] What sorts of tasks?

[she's used to projecting bravado, but she's afraid the answer's going to be murder. manages not to hesitate, at least.]

Whatever. Either-or, I'm on board. Unless you're talking about those gross orange-y ones with the...marmalade in them. Because those are disgusting and should never ever have been invented.

Why, you over there with the Un-Unseelie, are you? We've got imp food here. Bit of orc food, too. Mostly they just take their steaks extra rare.

No, Unseelie. But it's all the same, isn't it? They're little and they've got wings.

[and ~magic~]

I'd like to think the fairies are a bit prettier than imps. But then, the bottom of my shoe is prettier than those little buggers running about.

Caramel, [she reminds. it's comfort food, okay.] Haven't seen any around here, then? [and just TO BE SURE:] The sweet kind. Shortbreads.

[of biscuits, that is.]

I do approve of caramel...

[ as if that's somehow very important. ]

Best flavor there is.

[very important.]

I dunno. There's something to be said for chocolate chip.

[ she relaxes against something. a wall or a bed post or maybe just a piece of really tacky unseelie decor. ] Hi. I'm Buffy.

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