BEATRIX
Double, Double Toil and Trouble
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Whatever else Ronin said seemed to go in one ear and out the other, her capacity and attention span for listening having reached its limit (so much for being a good spy, right?). Instead, Beatrix was far too pleased with having her basket. She was making short work of all of these things she needed to do to keep the days long for the fairies! ”I will! Thanks for helpin’ me out…” she started but paused, face wrinkling. Ronin Taliesin was so long and so stuffy. He needed a nickname for helping her. A wicked meta-shaped grin curved her lips as it came to her.
”Rony-Pony!”
Beatrix hopped off the table then, basket in her hands. She glanced around at all the dumb-dumbs who hadn’t helped before taking a big breath and shouting, ”The rest of you are dumb-dumbs and really missed out! Bea out!” Then, basket in hand, Beatrix marched herself out of the Rathskellar, very pleased with herself.
”Rony-Pony!”
Beatrix hopped off the table then, basket in her hands. She glanced around at all the dumb-dumbs who hadn’t helped before taking a big breath and shouting, ”The rest of you are dumb-dumbs and really missed out! Bea out!” Then, basket in hand, Beatrix marched herself out of the Rathskellar, very pleased with herself.
