( she’s never seen a puppet show in real life before. she doesn’t actually remember if she’s seen one on television or not. sure, she watched things, but growing up her life had been much more disciplined than being camped in front of a singalong with a pb&j sandwich while her mom did her own thing, happy to have a live-in babysitter. after much wandering, she ends up in front of the tiny stage, not exactly by her own choosing. she meets a kid outside the ice cream shop that got separated from his parents and by sheer coincidence, his name is will. it’s too freaky to not be the universe laughing at her. she promises to help him out and the rest is history.
flash forward to now, with mia perched on her knees with her legs folded under her, staring blankly ahead. did the puppeteer forget their lines? she glances around skeptically, assessing whether this is normal or not. when she’s met with blank and questioning faces in turn, she rolls her eyes. )
Lobster Festival. ( she deadpans, voice raised to carry, though there’s a kind of grating, annoyed tone attached to it. a sidelong glance at her young friend and she turns that frown upside down, amending her prior statment with: ) A magical lobster festival.
lobster fest
flash forward to now, with mia perched on her knees with her legs folded under her, staring blankly ahead. did the puppeteer forget their lines? she glances around skeptically, assessing whether this is normal or not. when she’s met with blank and questioning faces in turn, she rolls her eyes. )
Lobster Festival. ( she deadpans, voice raised to carry, though there’s a kind of grating, annoyed tone attached to it. a sidelong glance at her young friend and she turns that frown upside down, amending her prior statment with: ) A magical lobster festival.
( oh my god, this is painful. )