"Me, too," Rae agrees, still snickering over the dramatic voice change and the albino monk's expressions.
Meanwhile, Buttercup wanders aimlessly through the castle, not even noticing the Prince and the Count. "She's been like that ever since the fire swamp," remarks the Prince. "It's my father's failing health that's upsetting her." "Of course." the Count agrees.
"...They're both in on this, both know about Westley, why do they keep up such a lazy deception among themselves?" Rae asks, dry.
"The King died that very night," the grandfather says in voice-over. "And before the following dawn, Buttercup and Humperdinck were married. And at noon she met her subjects again, this time as their Queen." Humperdinck stands before the crowd gathered at the castle, and proclaims, "My father's final words were-" But the Grandson interrupts. "Hold it, hold it, Grandpa."
The scene shifts back to the boy's bedroom. "Y-you read that wrong," the grandson insists. "She doesn't marry Humperdinck, she marries Westley. I'm just sure of it. After all that Westley did for her, if she didn't marry him, it wouldn't be fair.
"What," Rae says, with a raised eyebrow.
The Grandfather spreads a hand in a questioning gesture. "Well, who says life is fair? Where is that written? Life isn't always fair."
"You teach 'em, Grandpa. The kid doesn't need to grow up thinking that life... works like that."
"I'm telling you," insists the boy, "you're messing up the story, now get it right!" His grandfather plays the trump card, threatening to stop the story, "Do you want me to go on with this?" "...Yes," the grandson replies, lowering his head. "All right, then. No more interruptions," replies the grandfather, and resumes telling the story. "At noon she met her subjects again, this time as their Queen."
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Date: 2015-11-20 06:09 am (UTC)Meanwhile, Buttercup wanders aimlessly through the castle, not even noticing the Prince and the Count.
"She's been like that ever since the fire swamp," remarks the Prince. "It's my father's failing health that's upsetting her."
"Of course." the Count agrees.
"...They're both in on this, both know about Westley, why do they keep up such a lazy deception among themselves?" Rae asks, dry.
"The King died that very night," the grandfather says in voice-over. "And before the following dawn, Buttercup and Humperdinck were married. And at noon she met her subjects again, this time as their Queen."
Humperdinck stands before the crowd gathered at the castle, and proclaims, "My father's final words were-"
But the Grandson interrupts. "Hold it, hold it, Grandpa."
The scene shifts back to the boy's bedroom.
"Y-you read that wrong," the grandson insists. "She doesn't marry Humperdinck, she marries Westley. I'm just sure of it. After all that Westley did for her, if she didn't marry him, it wouldn't be fair.
"What," Rae says, with a raised eyebrow.
The Grandfather spreads a hand in a questioning gesture. "Well, who says life is fair? Where is that written? Life isn't always fair."
"You teach 'em, Grandpa. The kid doesn't need to grow up thinking that life... works like that."
"I'm telling you," insists the boy, "you're messing up the story, now get it right!"
His grandfather plays the trump card, threatening to stop the story, "Do you want me to go on with this?"
"...Yes," the grandson replies, lowering his head.
"All right, then. No more interruptions," replies the grandfather, and resumes telling the story. "At noon she met her subjects again, this time as their Queen."