Great, he can hear us

[whydoyoushine]

[The voice on the network is not a familiar one, unless you've heard one of the rare times Mr. Sparkles speaks actual words and not batlike chittering noises...or unless you've heard Joe Pesci on helium.]

Hey, hey, hey, what's this? Why the hell am I hearing you lot up in my head, huh?

Never did this before, why's it starting now?

[There's a pause.]

And so...do you guys talk about anything important, or is it all a lot of bellyachin'?

Comments

[mytearsaremine]

Not over and over, then you'll wind up with a lot of disco balls. Make it sturdier. Stronger. More. More full of... itself. Like, not proud, full of itself, but more of itself inside it.

[whydoyoushine]

Like a more concentrated disco ball?

[mytearsaremine]

[It's close enough.]

Yeah, a more concentrated disco ball. Think you can manage that?

[whydoyoushine]

Yeah, but how am I going to be able to tell it's more substantial than other ones?

[mytearsaremine]

If you can put it into your hammerspace and take it out again. If you can do that, you made it real.

[whydoyoushine]

So that's why I couldn't find the first one I'd made...

[There's a bit of a pause.]

Hey! I got this one again!

[mytearsaremine]

You got it back out of hammerspace? Good job! That means you can now make cookies that you can actually eat, too.

[whydoyoushine]

I'm definitely not going to abuse this.

[mytearsaremine]

You saying that makes me think you're going to.

[But she sounds amused rather than worried. What's he going to do? Make mountains of cookies? Extra-disco-y disco balls? She's not too concerned.]

[whydoyoushine]

Nah, nah, don't worry about a thing.

[Extra disco balls. Glitter everywhere. Shiny things.]