@PuffPoff
"Oh, right." Cade checked the pocket of his suit, which he still hadn't taken off. "I put it in my pocket before we left. You know, just in case there was a vendor or something." He smirked. "Thanks, by the way."
"Oh, right." Cade checked the pocket of his suit, which he still hadn't taken off. "I put it in my pocket before we left. You know, just in case there was a vendor or something." He smirked. "Thanks, by the way."
“Your welcome.” Chelsea grinned, taking another sip of her hot cocoa.
"How did you get all this?"
“How I earn a living?”
"How you earn your money, yeah. I have a job selling items at the market, but it still doesn't earn me much."
Chelsea smiled slyly. “I sell secrets.” She lied.
Cade shook his head. "Sell secrets? I don't see you as that type of person."
“Okay yeah that was a lie, but I help free people from the queen. Used to.”
"Neat. How much did you get payed per person?" Cade asked, wondering if he could do something like this. Obviously not with the Queen, but someone else maybe.
“I have to risk my life to save someone, I get payed thousands.” Chelsea said, “But since I can turn invisible and turn that person invisible as well. It’s quite a rip off.”
"Still, you get payed."
Chelsea shrugged, “That’s true.”
Cade chuckled. "Since the Queen is dead, what will you do now?"
“Honestly, I don’t have to do a job. I’ve earned enough money that I don’t have to get another job. But I can help Cheryl at the hot cocoa booth.”
"Cheryl?"
“Yes. What? Is she your wife?”
"No, I was asking who that was. I don't know everyone in town."
“She’s the owner of the hot cocoa booth.” Chelsea grinned.
"There's a whole booth? That must be a vacation for you."
(Not as good as Willow's hot cocoa)
(Not as good as Willow's hot cocoa)
(That’s true.)
"There's a whole booth? That must be a vacation for you."
Chelsea smiled fondly, “It’s my third favorite place.”
"Third? What're the first and second places?"
“First is my tree house, and second is here. Willow makes good hot chocolate.”
"What is it with you and hot chocolate? You seem to be addicted to it." Cade joked.
“Well after Phillip showed me what hot chocolate was, I loved it. Then the first time my mom made me hot chocolate before going to the castle. And that was the last time she ever gave me something.”
He nodded. She better not cry again… "That's some good reasoning."
Chelsea bit her lip, and drank her hot cocoa, that made her feel better. “I’m a Cheshire, I don’t have reason.”
"Right." Cade had nearly forgotten that Chelsea was related to the Cheshire cat, though it was obvious by the color of her eyes and hair. Everyone here is related to someone famous…I feel like a peasant. Which technically, I am.
“Do you miss your family?”
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