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After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
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Milo is more intrigued than endeared, but he is not wholly immune to the cuteness of tiny pizza-obsessed fae.
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After a while, a small horde of pixies converge on their location. Harry moves back to join the others as the beasts descend gruesomely upon the pizza. "I saw a full swarm do that to a cow once," he notes. "Piranhas, nothing."
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The pixies, once they have skeletonized the pizza, turn to Milo. Their ringleader, the larger one from before, clears his throat.
"We're supposed to talk to you."
"Hello!" squeaks one. "Pizza!"
"We're supposed to talk to you."
"Hello!" squeaks one. "Pizza!"
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"Hello," says Milo.
"(I'm told you might be able to understand me,)" says Cath.
"(I'm told you might be able to understand me,)" says Cath.
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"Was there a thing you were going to say that wasn't 'hello'? If that's all, we can be on our way and thank you for the pizza."
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"My cat wanted to find out if you can understand her when she speaks."
"(No)," concludes Cath.
"And apparently you can't. So on to the second topic of conversation, then. Is it true that you don't have souls?"
"(No)," concludes Cath.
"And apparently you can't. So on to the second topic of conversation, then. Is it true that you don't have souls?"
"Your cat talks?"
"No, no souls. We don't need them to be free!"
"Free as the wind! Who needs a soul?"
"Dumb mortal thing, souls is."
"Stupid mortals!"
"They gave us pizza, fluffhead."
"Kind mortals!"
"No, no souls. We don't need them to be free!"
"Free as the wind! Who needs a soul?"
"Dumb mortal thing, souls is."
"Stupid mortals!"
"They gave us pizza, fluffhead."
"Kind mortals!"
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"I had pizza for the first time today. It's an experience," says Milo. "So you wouldn't want to have souls if you could, then?"
The pixies confer amongst themselves.
"It'd hardly matter."
"We're not the Queens or something."
"Who cares?"
"It's impossible at any rate."
"Dumb question."
"Pizza."
"Insightful."
"It'd hardly matter."
"We're not the Queens or something."
"Who cares?"
"It's impossible at any rate."
"Dumb question."
"Pizza."
"Insightful."
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"What if it were possible? Hypothetically. Would you try it, just to see what it was like?"
The buzzing of wings heightens in pitch as some of the pixies flutter nervously.
"That was not the deal."
A few look thoughtful, though. The leader in particular looks downright intrigued. "What would you need to do to do that?"
"That was not the deal."
A few look thoughtful, though. The leader in particular looks downright intrigued. "What would you need to do to do that?"
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"Well, that's what I'm trying to find out," he says. "It might be that all it takes to give you a soul is for you to agree that you want one. You have no obligation to do so, of course. But you could if you liked."
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