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[changethings]

[ Man, is she glad that she not once wished for anything since getting here. And this? It's only making her belief that wishing for things is not a good idea grow. Magic always comes with a price, right? ]

I wasn't keen on the whole wishing thing to begin with, but after this? I'm definitely not making any wishes. [ She says this now. But if Henry was in trouble? She'd likely break her word in a heartbeat. ]

--Ah shit. [ Chicken soup, it is serious business. Especially when you're making it for your ill kid. And boiling soup is not at all kind to her fingers or mouth. Stupid soup.

But hey, she is doing pretty good for someone who hardly cooks. Never mind that the kitchenette of her and Henry's room is a little messy. ]

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[changethings]

[ This what you get for wishing for cookies!!!

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenry.

Just give her a moment, she need to guzzle some water. The soup burnt her tongue. WEEH. ]

I told you the cookies weren't worth it.

[fantasies]

[He flops again, this time so he's face down in his pillow.]

They were really good cookies.

[He's only human 8'(]

[changethings]

[ She's not laughing. Nope. Not at all. ]

Bet this chicken soup will be better. [ ..............SHE HOPES. ]

[fantasies]

[omg worst mom, don't you see how your child is in pain.

(just kidding, best mom.)

He wiggles and props his cheek up on the pillow.]

You didn't wish for it, right?

[changethings]

[ SADLY SHE IS NOT MAGIC AND CAN HEAL THE PAIN AWAY. GOSH. ]

Of course I didn't wish for it. [ She shoots him a look over her shoulder. ] I'm making myself.

[fantasies]

Just checking.

Who knows what would happen if we both ended up like this.

[changethings]

You've got so little faith in me, I'm hurt.

[ Totally not pouting. ]

Other than both laying in bed pathetically moaning for a week?

[fantasies]

[FLOPS DRAMATICALLY BACK ONTO HIS BACK.]

A whole week?

[changethings]

A whole week, maybe two. [ Emma stop teasing your kid. ]

[fantasies]

[Grooooooooaaaaan.]

No way, I can't be stuck inside for that long....

[changethings]

Come on, there's tones of fun things to do inside. [ ............Maybe. ]

[fantasies]

Like what?

[changethings]

Like... [ Um, uh, welp. ] Reading?

[fantasies]

[DRAMATIC FLOP. again.]

But I do that already.

[It's the principle of the thing.]

[changethings]

Board games?

[fantasies]

[... silence ....]

Do we have Pictionary?

[changethings]

[ Hmmm... ]

Maybe?

[fantasies]

I'd play that. Can we get it?

[changethings]

Sure thing, I'll check the closet. [ If it's not in there... maybe she can wish for it. Maybe. ]

Before that [ She turns the stove off grabbing a couple of bowls out of the cupboards. ] you're going to have some soup.

[fantasies]

Fiiine. [He tosses his pillows around so that they're up against his headboard, and pulls himself up to sitting.] But then Pictionary.

[He's excited for this now.]

[changethings]

Pictionary after. [ Lalal serving up the soup, it doesn't smell so bad. But then she tries some of it and retches almost instantly. ]

[fantasies]

Uh... [MOM....] So, I don't actually have to eat that, right?

[changethings]

[ THIS IS TERRIBLE. THIS IS SO... TERRIBLE. ]

No, no you don't. [ She'll just... put the pot in the sink and grab the bag that is sitting on the counter. ]

I've got a plan b.

[fantasies]

What's plan b...?

[He sounds very, very, very unconvinced.]

[changethings]

Mini-burgers! [ Taa-daa! ]