[Good. He's smart. She snatches the card away and steps back, holding the card close to her face and glaring as she examines every inch of it. It's gotta be magic, right? Gotta be some sneaky magic.]
[Her eyes flick up at him at the explanation. The box. Right. Just like last time, at the winter ball--someone is trying to bring someone back. Whoever, whatever it is, it's all bound to be massively inconvenient. Especially if it's spitting out cards like this in the interim.]
[It's paranoia. She can distantly acknowledge that. Paranoia. But paranoia keeps you alive in Wonderland, especially when you're a Mirror. She refuses to be toyed with.]
[So she tucks the bat under her arm and starts ripping the card into tiny, tiny pieces.]
i hope this is okay
[Her eyes flick up at him at the explanation. The box. Right. Just like last time, at the winter ball--someone is trying to bring someone back. Whoever, whatever it is, it's all bound to be massively inconvenient. Especially if it's spitting out cards like this in the interim.]
[It's paranoia. She can distantly acknowledge that. Paranoia. But paranoia keeps you alive in Wonderland, especially when you're a Mirror. She refuses to be toyed with.]
[So she tucks the bat under her arm and starts ripping the card into tiny, tiny pieces.]