pretty in pink

“I don’t know, Gulliver, I don’t know magic.”

“By people do you mean you or me? Because I imagine we have very different ideas of fun.”

“What are we supposed to do for fun until Christmas now? Blimey this year has been boring.” 

“I mean, you could make fun that doesn’t have to do with a holiday.”

“Well, I think y'look fine, if it counts for anything, which, honestly, prob’ly shouldn’t, but.”

“Oh. Really? Well, it does..”

It just looks like a really good muffin that doesn’t want to be wasted.

It looks like a muffin that has probably gathered lots of bacteria.

You don’t know where that’s been! It could be poisonous, or something.

“Because, I know I look bad. I haven’t put on any makeup.”

“Oh, s-sorry.”

“Sorry, Storm, that.. Came out wrong. I look like garbage, is what I meant.”

“I’m just really tired. And.. A little homesick, but don’t tell anyone that.”

“Oh.. Well that’s a relief.”

“And at least you don’t have a bruise the size of a bludger on your thigh.”

“Ugh, probably.”