[It's going to be a miracle if people still come to buy her baked goods after this, because the looks she's getting are something else entirely. Not that she notices, because some of her own words are coming back to nibble at her thoughts.
She never did find out what put Dirk and Roxy through such awful straights, when they were here. And, perhaps, she hadn't wanted to know herself. That way, at least, she could - pretend, maybe? Pretend that whatever bad thing that happened to them could not happen for her, or that it could be changed. But they were cagey with their information, and she didn't press. Now, there's a stranger from a species that has, in the past, foisted bottles of copper-scented rainbow mystery liquids onto her person and stowed dead bodies in her fridge and stalked herself and her friends - and he's apparently met the business end of her trident.
Her red trident. Which isn't a trident color she had anymore.
This is all sounding very, very bad.]
O-Of course I still have a problem with it...but I don't have to choke on one goddamned thing if I don't want to! Frankly, you've offered nothing but sensationalized [but still more than what she's heard from anyone else] accounts of something I'm positive I've never done before! And while I can't claim that it couldn't have happened for you, the fact still stands that it hasn't happened for me!
Ugh, just - do I even look like I want to hurt you? I just wanted to help! I could've screamed and ran away in fear of being sold another one of those nasty fucking potions or of having another set of horned corpses forcibly Frankensteined together only to blow up in my face again, but now I'm just...yelling for stupid reasons at a stupid boy who's probably having trouble with his stuuuuupid gem!!!
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She never did find out what put Dirk and Roxy through such awful straights, when they were here. And, perhaps, she hadn't wanted to know herself. That way, at least, she could - pretend, maybe? Pretend that whatever bad thing that happened to them could not happen for her, or that it could be changed. But they were cagey with their information, and she didn't press. Now, there's a stranger from a species that has, in the past, foisted bottles of copper-scented rainbow mystery liquids onto her person and stowed dead bodies in her fridge and stalked herself and her friends - and he's apparently met the business end of her trident.
Her red trident. Which isn't a trident color she had anymore.
This is all sounding very, very bad.]
O-Of course I still have a problem with it...but I don't have to choke on one goddamned thing if I don't want to! Frankly, you've offered nothing but sensationalized [but still more than what she's heard from anyone else] accounts of something I'm positive I've never done before! And while I can't claim that it couldn't have happened for you, the fact still stands that it hasn't happened for me!
Ugh, just - do I even look like I want to hurt you? I just wanted to help! I could've screamed and ran away in fear of being sold another one of those nasty fucking potions or of having another set of horned corpses forcibly Frankensteined together only to blow up in my face again, but now I'm just...yelling for stupid reasons at a stupid boy who's probably having trouble with his stuuuuupid gem!!!