Legend of the Seeker fic: Wings
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Cracky ficlet for
legendland
Zedd, Thaddicus, Sebastian - PG - prompt: fine print
"I will not buy another bottle of your evil brew," Zedd bellowed. "My brother is your sometime partner in your diabolical schemes. Surely he deserves this much consideration?"
Sebastian pondered this a moment. "Fine, have another bottle. On me." he glumly handed over a bottle of his new drink. "It's supposed to give people energy," he said in his defence.
"I have lots of energy," Thaddicus agreed, flapping his – well, arms was no longer the correct term. "And these."
"Stop making such a draught," Zedd said, sniffing at the potion. "If I can concentrate I can maybe develop an antidote."
"Actually I'm getting used to them," Thaddicus said. "I wonder if I can fly, with practice, of course."
"Is there actual Gar blood in here?" Zedd asked in surprise, applying the tiniest drop to the tip of his tongue. "I thought that was just the name!"
"Oh no," Sebastian said cheerfully. "And to be fair, I did write it in the fine print."
Zedd strained to read the writing on the label which got progressively smaller.
"Red Gar," he read, "A Drink Giving Energy. Warning. May Give You Wings."
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Zedd, Thaddicus, Sebastian - PG - prompt: fine print
"I will not buy another bottle of your evil brew," Zedd bellowed. "My brother is your sometime partner in your diabolical schemes. Surely he deserves this much consideration?"
Sebastian pondered this a moment. "Fine, have another bottle. On me." he glumly handed over a bottle of his new drink. "It's supposed to give people energy," he said in his defence.
"I have lots of energy," Thaddicus agreed, flapping his – well, arms was no longer the correct term. "And these."
"Stop making such a draught," Zedd said, sniffing at the potion. "If I can concentrate I can maybe develop an antidote."
"Actually I'm getting used to them," Thaddicus said. "I wonder if I can fly, with practice, of course."
"Is there actual Gar blood in here?" Zedd asked in surprise, applying the tiniest drop to the tip of his tongue. "I thought that was just the name!"
"Oh no," Sebastian said cheerfully. "And to be fair, I did write it in the fine print."
Zedd strained to read the writing on the label which got progressively smaller.
"Red Gar," he read, "A Drink Giving Energy. Warning. May Give You Wings."