Condensation

"All right. Don't you have a date?"

"Someone else owns this mine, I thought."

"Well, we can't predict the bad things, either."

"Then we can figure out a way to fix it. Look at us! We're so diverse, we could probably solve any problem we put our minds to."

"Scared? Of what?"

"Nah. You said what you thought."

Never. TPBM has read Pride and Prejudice.

Melody made a face. "Yeah, I guess I know that. Now go have your date."

"I don't know. To help me figure out who to give the sword away to?"

"How can that sword like someone? It's definitely not animated."

"You'd be surprised. But what if all I was meant to do is just... give the sword away? I'm fifteen and I act like I'm ten. Does that sound like the kind of person who'd be a 'Chosen One' to you?"

"So what now? We obviously don't have the job anymore."

"I know you think I'm the Chosen One, but I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence that y'all showed up at my house."

"That's also kind of because I'm, y'know, the only one here who actually has something they know they can go back to. Well, I don't know about Q."

Melody raised her eyebrows, but nodded. "Go on."

"Okay. Why don't I want to be the Chosen One?"

"Yeah?"

"To you, maybe."

"Are you sure about that? Because that seems like flawed logic to me."

"Soup's all right. But the things that taste the best are the worst for you!"

"Why do the things that taste so good have to be bad for you?"

Melody pouted and took another bite of her waffle.

"Wait, what? That's not fair!"

"No I'm not. My mom always complained that I could eat all of this because I'm young." Melody smiled.

Melody frowned, glancing up at the gray morning sky as she sighed, opening an umbrella over Melody and her friends. Rainfalls weren't that uncommon here, but Melody had hoped to avoid getting rain drops on her fine new nightgown and slippers, which she'd just gotten from a canal boat in the city. Fortunately, there wasn't much wind; the umbrella would likely be effective. Of course I have the first two paragraphs memorised... gosh. Sorry, I just had to test if I remembered. "What sugar intake?" Melody asked innocently, taking yet another bite.