[And Felicia was somehow in a tree, observing the whole thing from above. She couldn't quite tell anyone exactly how she ended up in said tree, but it involved a mess of a rabid electric mixer and her ice powers going haywire-- and, for now, it seemed safe.
Ish.
The poor tree branch, battered as it was and tangled up with the cord of the offending mixer, was starting to give out under her weight.]
That's a funny--eep!-- crime! I didn't even know you could do magic tricks, Mister Flynn.
[....she's just going to ignore the fact that she's stuck in a tree.]
I
Ish.
The poor tree branch, battered as it was and tangled up with the cord of the offending mixer, was starting to give out under her weight.]
That's a funny--eep!-- crime! I didn't even know you could do magic tricks, Mister Flynn.
[....she's just going to ignore the fact that she's stuck in a tree.]