"Her mother," she answers absently, brow furrowing in response to his disbelieving tone. Honestly, you'd think a pregnant man would be a bit more credulous.
"And they were magic," she insists. "An enormous beanstalk grew out of them, and Jack used it to climb to the realm of the gi--" and she cuts herself off abruptly as a few puzzle pieces slide into place, so long overdue that it's just embarrassing. She turns on her heel, looking out beyond the stack of oversized boxes and bags to an equally oversized hearth. "Oooooohhhh dear," she says under her breath. "This is… not… good."
This is, in fact, very bad, and she takes Andrew by the arm and tugs him behind a gaudily striped box with sudden urgency. "We're in the realm of the giants," she hisses, eyes wide, before peering out around the corner as if she expects a giant to descend upon them at any moment (because she does).
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"And they were magic," she insists. "An enormous beanstalk grew out of them, and Jack used it to climb to the realm of the gi--" and she cuts herself off abruptly as a few puzzle pieces slide into place, so long overdue that it's just embarrassing. She turns on her heel, looking out beyond the stack of oversized boxes and bags to an equally oversized hearth. "Oooooohhhh dear," she says under her breath. "This is… not… good."
This is, in fact, very bad, and she takes Andrew by the arm and tugs him behind a gaudily striped box with sudden urgency. "We're in the realm of the giants," she hisses, eyes wide, before peering out around the corner as if she expects a giant to descend upon them at any moment (because she does).