"Really?!" Delirium bounced excitedly. Reality shifted and the butterfly on her head was now a very neon frog amongst a messy head of orange curls.
She was so excited by Uriel's acceptance that it took her a moment to register the rest of what the angel had said. "Oh. she stopped suddenly, looking crestfallen. The frog croaked mournfully.
She bit her bottom lip anxiously, "Maybe I'll stay here for a while then. Um, where is here? Sometimes I spend a lot of time neither here nor there and sometimes it's too hard to hold it all together and it's better to be fishies."
The frog on her head developed a rash purple polka dots. "I went to visit my brother once and he gave me coffee. It was yucky. If I made coffee, I'd make it taste like something good. Like pumpkin or raspberry."
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She was so excited by Uriel's acceptance that it took her a moment to register the rest of what the angel had said. "Oh. she stopped suddenly, looking crestfallen. The frog croaked mournfully.
She bit her bottom lip anxiously, "Maybe I'll stay here for a while then. Um, where is here? Sometimes I spend a lot of time neither here nor there and sometimes it's too hard to hold it all together and it's better to be fishies."
The frog on her head developed a rash purple polka dots. "I went to visit my brother once and he gave me coffee. It was yucky. If I made coffee, I'd make it taste like something good. Like pumpkin or raspberry."