"My illustrious name," (Patreon)
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the Ixie declared, "is Typantronn Smuchpepper Santocup. And thou hadst better not laugh!"
"Typantronn Smuchpepper Santocup?" Ethel snickered. "What kind of name is that?"
"AN ILLUSTRIOUS ONE!" the Ixie snapped as sparks of electrical zapping magick began to twinkle around her. "I'll teach thee to scoff!"
"Ahem," I interrupted sternly. "It seems apparent that the lady already knows full well how to scoff. No need to teach her. Besides, I believe I gave you an assignment to spread vital information in Percysthorpe."
"Some of my sisters can handle it."
"But I asked YOU. Get going."
The Ixie scowled and harrumphed, then buzzed away.
"I don't think you appreciate, my dear," I said gently to Ethel, "how much danger you were in just now."
"Clearly I don't," Ethel shrugged.
"Do you always carry a bag of explosive powder with you wherever you go?" I asked.
"Of course. Who doesn't?"
I couldn't think of a good answer for that, but a sudden idea came into my head. I could impress this femme who carried volatile materials around and seemed to enjoy combustion in all its forms!
"YOU WANNA BLOW STUFF UP TOGETHER?" I asked excitedly. "You can lay the powder and I can light it."
"Actually that does sound fun," Ethel admitted. "But it's a little creepy knowing your bug servants are watching us from the trees and apparently taking bets on what we do next."