It's an extremely cold December afternoon, and the girl with an eyepatch is very grateful for the warmth of Starbucks. What she's not very grateful for is the huge queue. Why is there a huge queue?
"It's not. And I won't get anything if they think of me the way fairies think of regular humans. And I'm not."
"Okay, as long you can manage not to be too annoying."
He kisses her.
She kisses him right back!
"So I finished reading that book."
"Good, did you like it?"
"I did! It mentioned a couple of things I didn't actually know and might not actually be true."
"Cool, which ones?"
"Oh, a certain type of fae that only exists in very very cold climates and likes giving out warmth for trinkets in some sufficiently elaborate fashion, and a type of brownie that lives underground."
"The type that lives in natural caves or the type that carves elaborate homes?"
"The type that burrows, actually."
"Cool, funny little guys if I recall correctly."
"Yeah. I've never really talked to one but they're nice enough. I kinda have my doubts about it, though, I've never heard of brownies living in the wilderness. But maybe they just got misnamed and aren't brownies at all."
"Or someone lost or won a game and as a result the species was renamed."
"...gambling the name of a species sounds dangerous, though."
"I just wanted to point out that my hypothesis-space contains a lot of weird shit."
"I mean, there's weird stuff and then there's weird stuff, I'm not sure I know of any fae who would gamble that much."
"Fair, I was thinking in terms of fae that lost a lot."
"Yeah, that would be losing one heck of a lot."
Shrug. "Unlikely we'll have the opportunity to ask."
She shrugs, too. "Yeah."
Time to get in?
Just about. She stands in front of the tree.
She starts moving in a spiral thirty seconds before it's time.