you know, elf practice
Taako sweeps himself into the common area of the Starblaster with all the drama and panache that he reserves for alternate Tuesday afternoons. Barry ignores him with all the practice he has from a decade of alternate Tuesday afternoons.
“I’m exhausted,” Taako whines, draping himself across Barry’s shoulders, the sharp point of his chin poking into Barry’s collarbone. “I’ve been up since for-ev-er, working on this dumb transmutation thing for Lulu.”
“Go meditate, then,” Barry says, absently reaching up to pat Taako’s head.
“You know, meditation? Isn’t that, uh, one of your elf things??” Barry finally looks up from his book, barest hint of a wrinkle in his forehead. Taako shakes his head.
“Never heard of it, homeslice. Musta skipped that day at elf practice.”
“Elf practice, sure.”
- Part 1 of you know, elf practice
“No, it’s a real great idea and all that, babe,” Lup says, cutting herself a forkful of what looks vaguely like eggs benedict. “But it’s not gonna work. I don’t have a soul.”
“What?” Barry asks, looking sharply up. His eyes meet hers. She smiles.
“Elves don’t have souls, honeybunch. C’mon, everybody knows that.”
- Part 2 of you know, elf practice