He looks around the room, then to Zanna. “So, you got any like, revenges planned? Unseelie kids like those.”

"Oh, you know just what to say. Hmm... you see that girl over there?" She points at a tiny brunette. "That's Madison. She's a bitch and I hate her. Can we torment her?"

“You really are Tommy’s sister, aren’t you?”

"I never claimed otherwise."

Eric snaps his fingers. The room freezes. “So, how do we go about the torment?”

"I was thinking..."

She squints at Madison, and a wave of red stippling spreads over her skin. Something like a rash, but made entirely of chicken-pox. At the same time, her clothes melt like cotton candy under a hose, leaving the full extent of her new condition obvious.

"Hmm... and I've got other ideas, but I think I'd rather save them for a rainy day."

“You’re lucky she wasn’t wearing polyester or anything,” Eric comments, making a disgusted face at the thought.

"Oh, Madison would never wear polyester," Zanna scoffs. "She acts like she deserves a Purple Heart for being allergic to synthetics and preservatives - it's not that uncommon! So am I! She's not special!"

Eric holds up an arm, revealing a trail of red spots. “I mean, same.”

"Ha. I guess I ended up being special after all, huh?"

Yes. In Eric’s experience, things that make him happy are rare and special indeed.