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[Don is going to use the first of his wishes well!]

Great and powerful Dressing Room!

Since you have been so kind as to grant us all our wishes, I want only the most humble of all requests:

I WISH FOR LOTS AND LOTS OF CHICKS!

[Nothing can go wrong with this wish, right?]

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[She chuckles, low in her throat, and cocks her head to watch him better (and with a somewhat predatory hint to that smirk of hers, too).]

We have three wishes. One of mine was for a body like... whatever it was that killed Layton.

[Pausing again, she considers.]

Much more interesting of an experience than I'd have thought, too. Did you know that there are tentacles?

[Not visibly, and she has no clue how to manifest them outside of her body, but there's a definite awareness of the fact that they're there. Even if she's not entirely sure whether they're even on the same plane as the rest of her. Which is another thing that there's a distinct awareness of but no way of changing; the fact that currently, she's operating on several different planes at once.]

[Don is rather sure that he doesn't want to know anything about the tentacles, thanks! But all the same, one thing has him curious...]

...What was it that killed Twister that has a body like that? There's nothing in this place that looks like you do now.

[He hopes. He really, really hopes.]

Not in the Dressing Room, no.

[Oh, did you want a better answer than that, Don?

Being an asshole kind of comes with the territory of being like Peacock. And being effectively reset to canon timeline personality thanks to her first wish, for that matter.]

What? So the house got something in just to kill him?

That's nasty.

Rather believe it got itself in, actually.

...

...We're living in a giant tentacle monster?

[This is not a comforting thought.]

[...she grimaces.]

That's... very oversimplified. It's much more than that.

And this is only part of what it's like, I rather believe.

And now you're... like it?

So do we live in you, too?

[DON ASKS THE MOST AWKWARD OF QUESTIONS.]

No. Even if I were entirely like it, I'd be operating on an entirely different dimension to it. As is, I'm not like it in that sense.

[She's... not entirely certain how she knows this. Nonetheless, she does.]

How do you know that you don't have lots of little people from different dimensions living inside of you?

[DON WOULD LIKE PROOF.]

Because there's an awareness to it. And it's a conscious choice to pull them in in the first place.

Then why does it choose the people it does?

Why is there only one of me and yet there's a million Laytons?

Because it prefers them, I'd assume.

...Why?

How should I know?

[She flicks her tongue out, attention drifting from him momentarily as a clawed hand shoots out to grab a chick that managed to get into the air.]

Do you... really have to eat them?

I mean, I don't mind being rid of them, but I'd rather you didn't do it right in front of me.

[...well, she had been planning to turn around, but as is...

She'll just be. Putting that whole chick in her mouth right in front of him.

~~Hey, if she can digest it all (which she can) why shouldn't she?~~]

.............................

[Well, that's Don frozen in fear and not eating lunch again for a while.]

[Give her a minute. She can digest the whole thing, but she does at least have to chew it first.

Once she's swallowed, though, she flicks her tongue out again to pull a stray feather into her mouth.]

Is something the matter, Don?

...You know, I'm just going to walk away. Have fun with your chicks.

[Scooting to the side.]

They're not mine.

I mean, I'm certainly not the one who wished for them. My wishes are already all gone.

Well then, I'm giving my wish to you!

[She snorts.]

Is it really so awful? Eating is natural, and whatever it is that I am... this is how it eats.

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