Frances maneuvered over to the hat, pointy claws catching on the felt as she righted herself. That'll go well. Do you have banana split with extra crickets? Hopefully they'd just let it pass or Martin could up an invisibility cloak around her without having the magics mix and backfire. "Oh, sweet, maple-flavored balls of a moose, this is really high," she warbled and shuffled higher up his shoulder from the edge. Crouching a little to brace and absorb, she expected riding on someone's shoulder to be like riding a very lumbering wave.
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