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Jonathan: "I know you don't enjoy this sort of thing... but I'm glad you're here." Changeling, smiling: "So am I. I'm having fun! (Not as much fun as my dad, though...) But it's nice to have some alone time, too..."
Changeling: "Wait... there's something I need to confess. I've been... hiding something. Something big."
Changeling: "You aren't going to like me after hearing this, but... This isn't REALLY what I look like. It's an iLLUSION. And I'll totally understand if--" Jonathan, interrupting: "Darling, it's all right."
Jonathan: "You're not alone. I should have told you sooner, but... I've been magically altering MY appearance for YEARS." The changeling clasps her hands and widens her eyes in excitement. "Really??" she cries. She imagines herself in her true form, holding hands with a male-coded construct of twigs, leaves, and mud that looks like her.
Jonathan: "My aunt taught me a cantrip to hide it, but... ever since I was a boy... I've had TERRIBLE acne. So I'd ben an AWFUL hypocrite if I judged you!" Changeling: "Oh."
Changeling: "You're right... It's not such a big deal." |