“What are you doing?” asked Will, watching LuLu slide a pastry knife into the side of her boot.
“I’m preparing, what do you think I’m doing?”
“You’re preparing with pastry tools?”
“Are you planning on fighting them by baking pies?”
“I would, if I thought that would work. I’ve used these tools for a very long time,” said LuLu, sweetly, running a pastry knife down the side of Will’s face. They are very pointy and very sharp, in case you haven’t notices. Besides,” she said, standing straighter, “my aunt might throw Excalibur my way again. If not, you may have noticed that I’m pretty resourceful.”
Will kissed her and she kissed back. “Whatever works for you,” he said, seriously. “But take this iron knife and these iron nails.”
“Why are you wearing gloves?”
“Can’t touch iron. I don’t know if you can either. Fairies and iron don’t mix.”
LuLu picked up the nails and felt a slight stinging but nothing too terrible. “I’m good,” she said. “Thanks.”
“Do you know any spells?”
“Spells?” asked LuLu. “I don’t think so. Destiny can burn things, so that has to be good.”
“It is good but if you think you need to say something, even if you don’t understand why, or what, just say it, okay.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m never afraid,” smiled LuLu. “Don’t waste your time being afraid for me.”
“It’s just that you know nothing about Fairy. It’s not always what it seems. It’s tricky and….”
“There are glamours that make you think you are seeing one thing when it’s actually something else.”
“Hmmm. Can you see through them?” asked LuLu.
“Most of the time. It depends on who made the glamour.”
“Well, just tell me if you see one.”
“LuLu, you’re walking into this blind.”
“No I’m not. I’m walking into it with the beings and people I love.”
“I’ll tell you if I see anything,” sighed Will.
“Thanks. Hand me that whisk, please.”