~ thirty-eighth fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

[Lunar Festival? What Lunar Festival? What world boss rising out of the duck pond? Amy's laid up in bed, feeling ill and cranky and faintly miserable. Today is apparently a day she gets to suffer through the phantom effects of her real body's pregnancy back home. Either that, or she's got food poisoning]

Heeeeeey, castle. Do you have a good remedy for an upset stomach? Rory knows his stuff, but it's only Earth medicine, and I am really open to alternatives right now.

Comments

[too_fairytale]

Because the stomachache's coming from... home.

[ofhope]

That's not possible. We don't have any connections to our worlds.

[too_fairytale]

[stubbornly]

There isn't another explanation for it.

[ofhope]

This is so confusing it's gotten boring again. But if you're satisfied with that, why ask for help? You don't think anybody actually can.

[too_fairytale]

It would depend on... how you would help. Maybe. I don't know, it was just an idea.

[ofhope]

Sounds like a bored woman wasting everyone's time.

[too_fairytale]

[she's starting to see how this man and Rory would have... differences of opinion]

I'm not bored, I'm sick of feeling--sick--and I want to try and do something about it!

[ofhope]

But you turn away people who offer? It's rude to lead someone on like that. Or do you just not like magic.

[too_fairytale]

No, I'm just saying that I don't think you can cure it. Make it feel a little better, maybe.

[ofhope]

Sounds like you have a psychological problem, miss.

[too_fairytale]

It's not--[oh god what is that word she's heard Rory use]--psychosomatic!

[ofhope]

If you insist.

[too_fairytale]

[snapping her journal shut with an aggravated huff]