2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

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Prince Edward bounded into the common room, a bright, pearly white smile on his face, and he instantly declared, "Greetings! Peas-"

Ahhh, he was alone!

Save for the Magic Mirror!

"Ah-hah! Do not fail me now with the skin images, Magic Mirror! I shant wish to become... to become... JUST DON'T DO IT!"

Bouncing in further, he jumped effortlessly over the sofa and knelt before the Magic Mirror. "Magic Mirror! Tell me where she is? My Giselle! My one true love!"

He blinked. Stared.

"Oooh! You lint licker! Do you know where my one true love is? My one coquette? The answer to my love's duet? MAGIC MIRROR thank you!"

...

"Pickle you kumquat! I shall find this McStinkface! Ah-hah! And there too will my Giselle be! Thank you hoboken!" Prince Edward hugged the Magic Mirror, even as it changed it's faces and someone started frying chicken.

[It's open, of course. My brain is crazy.]

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After hearing the radio last night, Turtle wasn't too sure she wanted to try doing some common room visiting tonight, but she reasoned to herself that she missed the bad night. Tonight should be fine.

She got two seconds into the second floor common room before regretting that thought.

"Um."

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Prince Edward kissed the Magic Mirror then hopped up, turning to face that 'Um'.

"Ahhh! Turtle!" Bright smile. "I have not seen you since the beginning of that day! How do you fair?"

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"Fine," Turtle said, slowly, eying Edward a little. "How are you?"

There was the briefest pause before she added, "Should I leave you two alone?"

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"Ah, I am very well, thank you!"

Blink.

"But I am alone, besides you! Do you see someone I do not? A rodent perhaps?"

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"No," Turtle admitted. "You just seemed awfully cozy with the TV there."

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"TV?" he asked, curious and confused.

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"Gee, Edward," Turtle commented wryly, "you should really get to know a machine before you start hugging on it like that. The TV. That thing in your arms. The big black box you just kissed."

She wasn't about to let him think that no one hadn't noticed him kissing the TV.

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"Ah-hah! Silly Turtle! That," he pointed to the big black box, "is a Magic Mirror!"

Ah, peasants. He could forgive them their ignorance!

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Turtle was just going to stare for a moment.

"Of course it is," she said, slowly. "Silly me, what was I thinking? Not like I'm from this century or anything and practically grew up with one of these mysterious black boxes as a babysitter. Magic Mirror, right. I get so confused between those and TVs."

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"It is quite all right," he beamed. "You didn't know any better! Shall you like to speak to it?"

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"No, that's okay," Turtle said. "I can see you have much more to say."

And do.

She shook her head, trying not to think of it.

"You can really hurt your eyes sitting that close to it, you know," she added, moving into the room to have a seat. Odd thing about this situation was that she didn't want to be a part of it, and yet the scene drew her in all the same. Like trainwrecks and car accidents.

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He readily sat down on the sofa. "I am finished. I must find McStinkface! Do you know McStinkface?" He tried to recall the other words spoken to him from the Magic Mirror. "Possibly lint licker?"

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"McStinkface?" Turtle asked, and then snorted. "I know at least about ten of them!"

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"Excellent! I should like to be taken to them please! There I shall find my bride!" Oh joy!

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"The T-- err, Magic Mirror told you that if you find a McStinkface, you'll find your bride?"

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"But of course!"

He paused, rubbed his chin. "It also said pickle you kumquat. Odd sounding name, don't you agree?"

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Turtle couldn't imagine how any of this made sense; she certainly couldn't imagine how any of the McStinkfaces she could think of would lead to Edward's bride, so she couldn't help just staring at the TV and wondering what Edward had been watching.

"Very," she agreed. "You know, Edward, maybe you're taking this all to literally. Maybe it's a code that you have to crack, and that's why it makes no sense."

Mostly, she offered that because she didn't want even the slightest bit of responsibility for any of this.

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"A code!"

Yeah, no idea.

"...numbers?"

Crack it?

What did that mean?

"You are right, Turtle! Not much sense can come from having to crack something! You crack it, and it's no good! Ah, Turtle, not only are you slow, but you are wonderfully smart!"

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"How does that even make any sense?" Turtle couldn't help but ask.

And this was after she'd tried to work through it. Several times.

And she found herself an expert at decoding idiot babble after dating Jeff for so long.

It was a bit of a mind-trip for her.

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"Which part?" he asked. Was he just supposed to know what she meant? How did that work?

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"Any of it," Turtle said, "but, for the sake of actually getting something making sense, we'll take it one at a time. For example, how can someone be slow but still be incredibly smart? Unless you simply mean slow like a turtle, in which case, okay, I know with the name and everything, but I'm not. In fact, I pride myself in actually being pretty quick-witted, Edward."

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He raised his brows. "Slow like a turtle, which you are not. Thank you, dear Turtle, for clearing that up for me. You are quick-witted! Ah, yes, as am I." He laughed, cheerfully.

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So quick-witted, he couldn't figure out a television was not a Magic Mirror. Turtle shook her head slightly. "And," she added, "when it comes to codes, breaking is actually a good thing. Do you know what a code is, Edward?"

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"We don't use it in Andalasia," he answered, somewhat warily.

Turtle seemed to be picking at his brain. It was kind of hurt-y.

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"Then trust me," she said. "Codes were meant to be broken."

Turtle eyed Edward thoughtfully. She then eyed his sleeves in exactly the same manner, before turning the eying back to him. "Like, do they have trolls in Andalasia, Edward?"