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[unfairfolk]

Well, well, isn't this quaint.

I'd go on about being upset about being told the whole "fictional" spheal, but let's be frank here: I've been told that for years. It hardly comes as a surprise, though the city is a new twist.

For now, I'll just consider this a holiday, a vacation of sorts from the hum drum predictability of my world. After all, there are plenty of interesting individuals to amuse me, and Daddy Oberon can't speak a single syllable to the contrary.

[There's a bit of a dark chuckle.]

Let's begin, shall we?

Comments

[petuniad]

Oh, there are people named Petunia, but they're never me, of course. I'm the only me. I think.

[unfairfolk]

Lucky for you then. Writers tend to... get facts wrong.

[Not that he hasn't had his fun with the whole Shakespeare thing over the years.]

[petuniad]

You're probably right...I don't know what I'd do if everyone wrote lies about me, and everyone believed them!

[unfairfolk]

I will admit, it's always fun showing them the reality. Shock value can prove to be priceless under the right circumstances.