harveypenguin: "You've seen this, right? It is relevant to your interests."
"JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS THAT!"
"It looked a lot better in the picture."
"JESUS CHRIST--EOWYN, JESUS. Holla first next time or something."
Eowyn settles down onto my shoulder. "It's not exactly what I was hoping for, but..."
"Are you serious? Oh, honey, you've got to have some standards."
Eowyn looks at me, and then she cuts her eyes over to The Shelf where Fugagorn and his plastic stubble are snoring lightly, and then she looks at me again. Significantly.
"Oh, BURN! What was that!"
"I'm just telling you the truth."
"Well... point taken. But I'm not buying this one. That shit is terrifying."
"But... he's wearing his meadow-sparkling outfit and everything..."
"Eowyn, I'm a little disturbed that you've paid that kind of attention."
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry, are we judging each other now? Because if you want to go there--"
"What's going on?"
"Oh, now look what you've done. If y'all wake up the two Arwens, I swear--"
"That dude is coming to eat our brains, I hope you know that."
"Just as soon as he touches up his lipstick."
"ANNA, COME ON! Back me up here!"
"Well, he doesn't have any swords and he doesn't have any guns, so you know my feelings on the subject."
"Don't you ever get lonely? At all?"
An inscrutable look passes over Anna's face, and for a moment, I kind of wonder.
"Not that lonely," she says. "Never that lonely. Not so lonely that I wanna go to sleep and have THAT lurking over me when I wake up. And you know he'll, like, imprint on one of us or some shit--knowing your luck, E, he'll imprint on Cleo, and he'll just sit on her pillow all night, rocking back and forth."
And we all shudder together. It's a nice feeling, sisterly solidarity.
(More from the Secret Life of Dolls.)
ETA: I scared myself a little making this. (Feel free to use it, of course.)