Miranda, ever the master of focusing on the right thing, tilts her head to the side ( it’s puppy-dog cute, one fin flopping over the top of her head and the other hanging low, lopsided with those big blue eyes ) and asks — “But ‘bagel’ only has one ‘a’ in it?”
Still, the way they’re talking about it is terribly curious to Miranda, which is what gets her head to tilt to the other side. Her fins switching position, still one raised over the top of her head, and the other below her. Her arms are pulled back to her chest, held close, in what is otherwise a neutral position for them to rest in. Lots of things are strange with Miranda, but that’s what happens, when she’s so horizontal, forced to walk like something saurian, rather than the up-and-down pole of her companions. Not that she’s particularly good at the bipedal walk, unlike what she most closely resembles, but that’s just further proof of the point. She’s made for places and tasks far, far distant from here.
“Okay, I shall bite.
What is so special about punching a bagel? What am I missing?”
audible gasp !
“ what’s so special !? mimi , where do i evn START ? ”
noxious cloud glides through thin mountainside air to leer close and hang off merwoman’s shoulder , the sharp prowess of scales and spines line bones catching mesh shoes under the water . yikes , gonna wanna stray clear from prodding an eye out .
“ bagels r bae , miranda . they’re like the weed of the sea , except baked in an oven . pure , pearled glistnin sheen of crisply bakd dough ???? augh , i’d KILL jus 2 bite a fresh one . ”
oh , but where’s the fun with biting ?
“ the real shit starts when u throw the 1st punch . boom , bagels b clappin back harder than ur ex or when they went for the kill . ”
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