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[ Ellie is silent for a moment, before sighing. ]

I give this place about twenty points just for not being too high on the bullshit meter.

And I get there's a price for making wishes, but still?

Here's the bullshit: I've got something to celebrate, and from what I've gathered in those "days of old" stories before the world ended? You get a cake when you've got something to party about. I already spent a wish on a pizza party, and since I'm basically trained to not trust anything, I won't let myself go any further.

So.

Baking. How does one accomplish it, and where the fuck does one start?

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A gigantic one.

Soooo...

Cakes. Any kinds you recommend? Do creepy ghosts eat cake?

Of course. I don't need to eat, but that doesn't mean I can't.

But anything that isn't simple is probably beyond your skill level.

No shit, that's why I'm trying this whole "reaching out" thing.

How often do you eat anyway? You're weird, but I'll save a shitty cupcake for you.

Oh? I thought I was not-so-creepy.

[He's a little put out by that, but seriously Pitch your movie was only rated PG you are not actually as terrifying as you wish you were

But now he's giving a HEAVY SIGH.]

I wished you up some flour after all. It's in the kitchen.

[And so is he, because he wants to test if she can see him.]

[ She laughs. ]

Buddy, you haven't even tried to scare me yet. Your threat level'll always be high, but I've got pretty thick skin. It's nothing personal.

[ And a gasp. ]

Fuck yes, you're awesome, Pitch! Thanks, dude.

Thick skin or not, not fearing fear itself is just about one of the most reckless things you can do. I may not be a threat in the sense that I don't go around mutilating mortals for fun and giggles, but that hardly means I'm nice and benevolent.

[But oh no she's calling him awesome; what do you even do when people call you awesome?

Awkwardly not respond, of course.]

[ Ellie huffs. ]

Alright, alright. I'll stop being nice. But you're not allowed to get butthurt over it like you did the first time we talked.

Awesome-title revoked.

You can be "nice" if you want. I'm just warning you not to start expecting me to be nice.

-- And I didn't get butthurt.

[ Laughing. ]

That's totally the words from someone with butt-pain.

Do you want your flour or not.

You gonna wish it away because your butt's sore?

[OH MY GOD YOU'RE ANNOYING WHY DOES HE EVEN LIKE YOU]

I'm just saying that if it sits on the counter for too long, somebody else could come and take it first.

[ YOU LOVE HER. SHE'S A CHARMING LITTLE BRAT. ]

Hah. Done and taken. Hid that shit like it was buried treasure.

... Then you got there before I did. Go back; I want to see if I'm invisible to you.

...

[ Okay. So she might have been all talk about not being scared. ]

You think I was born yesterday?

Ah, so you are being smart about it. Good.

Pffff, look who you're fucking talking to.

Now, don't get me wrong, I do want to make sure the entire castle sees and believes in me...

But I also want to reward caution. If I happen to see you in the kitchen later, I won't confront you.

[But there might be a small box of sprinkles sitting on the counter, in the same place the flour was. Just a coincidence, of course.]

Here, I'll give you some caution back.

Don't ever meet me in a dark alley.

[ She laughs. ]

Either way, I'm sure I can see you, dude. I believe in you.

Good.

Kinda... Shitty that that even has to be a thing.

What? Belief in me?

Yeah. Doesn't that make existing a bit annoying? Like half can't even acknowledge you and half are... What. Scared?

Half? Hardly. These days, back on Earth... I come across a true believer once every few years.

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