~’We know you have balloons.’~ Lavendar said.
My brain skipped over the implausibility of the conversation I was having with a pixie that had just crawled out of a heating vent near my recliner and latched onto the practical nature of a flying pixie needing a balloon. Why does God need a starship? “Why do you want a balloon? Can’t you fly?”
Lemon pounded a small grape Nerd on the hearth trying to crack pixie-bites free of the main Nerd. She had a pretty good pile going so far.
~’Dumbass. Why do you want a truck? Can’t you walk?’~ He stopped on the hill of my guts.
“OK. What’s it for? What are you trying to accomplish.” People asking for help often focus on what they think they need rather than what they are trying to do.
~’We need to get home.’~
“Maybe I could just drive you?”
Lemon made a sound like my watch when I set the time but throatier. I think Nerds came out of her nose. Mint was doubled over on my keyboard laughing like a mouse. Lemon recovered with a pipping cough, ~’Warn a girl next time.’~
“What? Wouldn’t it be easier to drive you home than to hop on a balloon and hope the wind takes you there?”
The three looked at me like I’d just said the sky was red and the grass was blue.
~’We,’~ Lavendar flitted a circle that included Lemon and Mint, ~’can get home just fine on our own.’~ Then he made a gesture which included me and said, ~’We. Need a balloon.’~