And new light is shed on mayfield_rp!

[hairflyingheartpounding]

So you weren't reading things properly? I will be an adult?

...No, I'm glad. Sort of. I just... Didn't think I'd really be going. And while I'm glad I won't be treated like a child, being married to someone I don't know--

Oh, you're maybe making plans about that? And... You're not going to tell me about them. I should have known.

You know, mun, of all the people I've met since I left the tower, you're really the first one who's as bad as Mother said.

I won't even get to see the lanterns this way. You know that, and you know how important they are to me. So how could you do this?

I won't stop trying to find a way to stop you, you know.

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[truffulacide]

Should I bring a box of rice along?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Why would you bring rice?

[truffulacide]

People throw it when a couple gets married. More appropriately, I was thinking I could fill a sock full of uncooked rice so that, when I see your "husband", I could hit him in the face with it and scare him off. Then you wouldn't have to worry about him.

[an ingenious plan. he sounds pretty satisfied with himself.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I like that idea. A sock of uncooked rice sounds almost as effective as a frying pan.

[truffulacide]

No reason the two can't be put together.

[!!!]

- Oh, gosh...Wait! I think I have an even better idea!

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well? What is it?

[truffulacide]

Picture this - [he frames a little square with his fingers.] A mini-catapult made out of a toaster and a frying pan. It'll work 'cause of the spring mechanism; all you'd have to do is put whatever you want to send flying into the pan, set the timer, wait for it to tick down...and boom. Good old fashioned warfare on the go.

It'd be perfect for lobbing multiple rice socks at that guy or...you know. Whatever other evil stuff is living in Mayfield.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

That's brilliant! You're--You're so smart! Have you ever come up with anything else like that? Will you come up with more things?

[truffulacide]

That may as well have been a toy. Give me the right tools and I can make anything.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Anything, huh?

So once we're in Mayfield, you'll be able to build us a way to our homes?

[truffulacide]

It'll be the first thing I'll start working on. I really hope that mayor's wearing clean underwear; I don't want my feet to get dirty while I'm kicking his butt.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Charming.

[...]

So, you won't leave me there?

[truffulacide]

You're darn right it - huh?

[blinks]

What kind of stupid question is that?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It's not stupid.

[truffulacide]

It is. Why would you even think for one moment that I'd leave you?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well... Last time we talked you kept trying to tell me how you weren't sweet.

But...

You're not leaving me.

[He is getting an awkward, you-are-too-tall-Mister-Once-ler hug.]

[truffulacide]

[too tall is right. he has to put his arms up because if he doesn't, he's pretty sure she'll just end up crushing them. impulse hugs are powerful like that.]

T-That's not sweet! That's just human nature! Friends don't leave friends behind in creepy towns run by psychos. I wouldn't do that to anyone.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[Sorry, nope. Rapunzel is not used to basic human goodness.]

I say it's sweet.

[truffulacide]

I say you're dreaming. [s-squirm]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Okay, fine.

[And letting go now. Slowly.]

I'm glad you'll be there, even if we won't remember each other from all this.

[truffulacide]

...I'm glad, too. And it'll hardly matter as long as we're making even better memories to replace the ones we've lost. Which I'm sure we will.

Don't sweat it.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Right! I'm sure we can find some fun to do in Mayfield.

Thank you, Once-ler.

[truffulacide]

I'll hold you to it, don't think that I won't.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well...

I'll hold you to it, too.

[...]

So there.

[bootsandboys]

Being married to a stranger isn't so bad. And it's the last thing you should be worried about if you're coming to this quaint little town.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

So I hear.

The second part, I mean.

What... Exactly happens there that's so bad?

[bootsandboys]

Since my arrival, I've been stripped of everything I own, and all my powers. I've been drugged, experimented on, and I've gotten to watch everyone around me disappear. And yesterday, a sort of census was sent around, so Lilith knows something's about to happen.

All of that in only four months.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh, you poor thing...

[She will ask who Lilith is later.]

I'm so sorry. Is it always so bad?

[bootsandboys]

To be fair, it's only a little bit worse than my world. [ Shrugging it off. ]

Not always. You get to meet all sorts of interesting people.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

...Wow.

I am excited about that.

[bootsandboys]

I live with a talking pony. [ Said offhandedly. Talking ponies are totally an everyday thing. ]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh, how swe---

Talking?

[bootsandboys]

Yes. Quite intelligent, too.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

That's amazing!