Genevieve had been in the kitchen, roaming through the cupboards for some cookies, when her ears caught the sound of a loud thud – as if someone had just fallen on their bum – from the entrance hall. The faerie hurried out the door and down the hall, where she saw a dark-haired man on the floor, swearing to himself. Genevieve stepped forward, her eyes opened wide with worry. “Are you okay?” She managed to ask, right before she lost her footing and slipped to the ground next to him. “Ah!”


Gerardo looked up as someone asked him a question to watch a fae tumble down joining him in the buttery mess. “You know what, I’m abso-bloody-lutely fan-fucking-tasitc and yourself? At least you’re near the periphery of this buttery mess.”


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