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Very temptingly, Sunny thinks, eyeing it.

She knows this lady! Well, kind of. E'mon' talks with her, and she's met her once or twice. And Joe said she would let Sunny play with her hair, probably! Or Sunny remembers it that way.

...

Good enough.

"Hi!"

Lucy blinks and looks up from her book and then down at Sunny. "Hello, Sunny." She's smiling, as the book's set aside. "How are you?"

"Am vewy good, t'ank you," politely. "...Joe say can play wif you' haiw!"

There is no point beating around the bush.

Lucy blinks once, twice, three times, before remembering that "Joe" is her boyfriend.

"Oh he did, did he?" Still smiling. "Would you like to now, then?"

"Yes!" Sunny says gleefully, and not a little hopefully. "Haf supplies!"

"In that case, how can I say no?" Lucy asks, still grinning as she slips out of the chair and down to the floor, which seems to be a more Sunny-level.

"But please no cutting?"

"No cut," Sunny promises, opening her bag and pulling things out as she stand behind Lucy.

She has this Nifty New Thing. It washes out! But you streak it through hair and it TURNS IT PINK. LUCY CAN HAVE PINK HAIR.

Sunny thinks, as she begins to happily add many pinks streaks, that she is obviously Very Generous to Lucy.

It is possible, oddly enough, that Lucy is not going to view it quite the same way. Though she obviously should. Queen Sunny is being so kind to her and all.

"Are you having fun?"

"YES!" Gleefully--and loudly--in Lucy's ear as Sunny finishes adding Stripes and begins pouring blue glitter over it. "Will look BOOTIFUL!"

She eyes the glitter that falls into her lap and sighs, a little, even as she's still grinning, because Lucy remembers having an older sister with long hair that was fun to play with, and suppose this is only fair.

"I'm glad. I'll have to owe you a thank-you card," she says thoughtfully. "Since I'll look so beautiful, I mean. Do you think Joe will like it?" oh so very seriously.

"Yes," solemnly, "vewy sensible, Joe. Had haiw almost as pwetty as this! Made it fo' him."

"..." Lucy can't help giggling. "Oh, I'm sure he was very lovely," trying for a serious tone. "Did you give him glitter too?"

"LOTS!" Sunny declares grandly, fluffing the hair about. "ALL DONE!"

A mirror is presented to Lucy.

Her hair is pink.

Lucy is very certain she never turned Susan's hair pink.

She grins anyway, setting the mirror down and turning to scoop the small child up in her arms and settle her onto her lap. "It's lovely. Thank you very much."

"Welcome!" Sunny beams. "Am talented."

"Yes, my dear," grinning as she kisses Sunny's forehead, "you are. Very much so."

"Know," she admits, without any modesty at all, because children aren't born with such a silly thing as that, and Sunny has yet to learn it.

"And confident," Lucy grins.

"Yup!" Sunny cuddles up against her, as she's not one to look a gift lap in the...lap. "Also like stowies," craftily. Oh so craftily.

Lucy can't help laughing again, shifting so Sunny can be more comfortable. "It just so happens," very seriously, "that I might know a story or two. If you'd like one."

"Yes please!" Like she was going to say no. Ha!

"Well," Lucy says slowly, thinking, "once upon a time--a very long time ago, mind you--there lived two queens. And the older had dark hair that fell to her feet, and all the kings around the land desired her for their own, while the younger had fair hair and was

(desired by all the princes, that she should be their queen)

more content to go watch the soldiers drill than be courted. For being sisters, you see, doesn't mean you're very much the same, in all ways. The older was a gentle sort, graceful and elegant and all things a queen should be, while the younger was a bit more wild, perhaps," and she might sound a little rueful, for a moment, but she's smiling, "and unable to restrain herself or be pleased with gowns the way her sister was when there were trees to climb.

"Eventually, the day came," watching Sunny still, and the way her breathing is slowing, slightly, as she rubs the little girl's back, "that both queens went out on their ship--and a fair ship she was, beautifully carved and put together with advice by the sea people, who knew the water well--to spend the day away from suitors and soldiers alike.

"Now, the younger of the two, we've said, was a wilder sort, and was dressed in hunting clothes that weren't quite suited for a noble lady, though were too pretty things for a man. It gave her the advantage, when she and her sister ran across the deck like the children they'd been years ago, but it also caused one of the crewman, who was had come to the land from distant parts, to mutter about her honor and how improper she was, as well as less-kind words. And the fair haired queen blushed and felt ashamed," shifting again to let Sunny rest her head against Lucy's chest, her voice a little quieter, "for she felt he had a point. She was not the Lady her sister was.

"But the elder queen, who was gentle and soft-spoken, remember, the Lady of the two, flew into a rage of the sort few had seen her in, or thought she could indulge in. Because--because, perhaps, the dark-haired queen knew her sister better than anyone else, and none would come close to it for many years. And the elder saw her sister's shame, and the way her smile was gone, and defended the younger woman. Because that is what sisters do," Lucy murmurs.

"And the younger sister couldn't help but grin to see the crewman flustered, and to listen to him apologize. Of course, she was a mischief," with a wide smile, "and had her own revenge by pushing him off the docks when they reached land again."

Sunny has relaxed and is yawning, now, the story soothing her. "An' lif happy evew aftew?"

Lucy doesn't answer for a moment, thinking of how fighting, too, is what sisters do, and seperating, and going into different worlds.

But after that moment she nods, kissing Sunny's hair. "Yes. They lived happily ever after."

"Good story," Sunny says sleepily.

"I'm glad you liked it," Lucy says quietly, as her breathing slows yet more.

A few minutes later she's shifted herself back onto the chair, Sunny still on her lap, and lets the little girl just sleep against her, brushing at golden hair with one hand as she picks up her book again with the other.

(and they all lived happily ever after)