








"Well, I think they'd say, gee, Iorek, that sure is some nice new armor you've got on, because that's what we're gonna make for you," I said cheerfully. "You wanted to make some improvements, so--well--now's the time. As soon as you feel up to it." I mean, he still had his old armor to wear, and I knew that Edward had only jumped him in the throes of starvation, but... somehow, I would just feel better knowing that he had superior protection technology.

"He's not going to bother anyone," I said warily. "I've tucked him away somewhere he can't get you and you can't get him--"

"We will deal with that later."

"WE WILL DEAL WITH THAT LATER." I looked around at the various Shelfians milling around on my comforter. "Show's over, people, go back to bed."



"THAT'S FINE! JUSTICE IS EXACTLY WHAT I'D LIKE TO SEE DONE!"

So you can see why I would put Edward in the Sparkle Protection Program, as it were. Since he was already hiding out in the attic, I locked him in there with a few books and some cotton balls to snack on. He's still pretty morose ("They'll never, ever forgive me for what I've done. Not even the grabby blonde one") and his self-loathing is still going at full blast ("And why should they? A monster like me can't even be trusted around innocent plush"), but I think having a full stomach has cheered him up a good bit ("For synthetic fiber, this is really quite good").
I don't know how I'm going to reintroduce him to society, but I'll think of something, I guess.
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