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Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.
Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
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manofmyword
"In there," he says, pointing to one of the couches. "Folded up under the cushions. Take 'em off and pull on it and out it comes."
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Pen removes the cushions, stacks them up, and looks for something to pull on.
manofmyword
The Joker shows her: it doesn't look much like a handle, but there's a place where you can grab the middle of the bed's frame and pull, and out it does indeed come.
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She flops on this one. It is comfortable diagonally; it can nearly accommodate her entire wingspan that way.
She's not actually tired, though. It's daytime still in her home time zone. Soon she sits back up.
She's not actually tired, though. It's daytime still in her home time zone. Soon she sits back up.
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Pen goes back to the room she hasn't explored yet. She wants to know what's in there.
manofmyword
"Bad idea," he says when she heads for the closed door. "It's not safe in there; you could get hurt."
manofmyword
"I could get hurt, then," he says. "I keep some things in there that could blow up the apartment if you don't treat 'em right, and you might be a magic angel and all but I'm just a plain old human. I get blown up once, and that's it. Same for the people living next door."
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"Mommy get you back, later," Pen assures him. "Oh but then where I go? Okay." She turns away from the door.
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"Welcome." She goes back to the kitchen and starts peering at the unfamiliar appliances.
manofmyword
Since she claims she can't get hurt and he doesn't keep any explosives in his kitchen, he doesn't interfere.
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She doesn't wind up doing anything that would get her hurt anyway, just pushes microwave buttons and peers into the oven and fridge.
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Eventually she is bored with appliances, and she sits on one of the barstools. There is no sheet music and no music machine here - as far as she knows - but she knows some songs from memory. She's an angel.
She sings in Samarian, of course.
She sings in Samarian, of course.
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An audience! Pen's so pleased. She sings the entire solo, and then some hymns, and then a ballad, all in the same distant language.
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She forgets the lyrics to the Edori folk song she tries next - she speaks the language, she just doesn't practice this music as much. She stumbles mid-line and sighs and falls silent.