[Oh what a convenient time to show her how the wishing crap works. She snaps her fingers as if calling a butler - and boy is she probably gonna pay for it later, but whatever. Bring it, castle.]
Oh Paradisa, if you could be so kind? A sword for the lady to swallow.
[Meg actually has wishing down to a science and doesn't need to speak aloud anymore, but she's making a point here. A point illustrated by ye olde shiny sword that appears on the bar out of thin air.]
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Oh Paradisa, if you could be so kind? A sword for the lady to swallow.
[Meg actually has wishing down to a science and doesn't need to speak aloud anymore, but she's making a point here. A point illustrated by ye olde shiny sword that appears on the bar out of thin air.]