Cassandraic gifted me this delightful little s2 fic, and since the author's Tumblr account is in jail for some reason, I wanted to blast it out again with a cover, because it's my prezzie and it's such a treat!
The Fellowship Of The Poison Ring - rated G, ~1150 words
Summary: Madame Tracy and Mrs. Sandwich each have a story the other needs to hear.
“I wish I knew what to make of it all,” Tracy said at last. “I really will have to pin that Mr. Fell down for a chat, no matter what it says on that shop door of his.”
Saff shook her head, her auburn coiffure staying resolutely in place. “Might have to settle for that Mr. Crowley, if he’ll give either of us the time of day,” she said. “Haven’t seen hide nor hair of Mr. Fell since. I did ask that Muriel about him, but that one’s no more worldly than God made them and no mistake. Sweet’s cake, though, not a speck of harm in ’em, brightens up like a little sunbeam at the least kind word.”
“Makes you wonder about their bringing-up, doesn’t it.” Tracy tsked sadly. “Poor little lamb. I hope you’ll be kind.”
“’Course I will. But, Tracy, what d’you think’s come of Mr. Fell? And those — demons, you say — d’you reckon we’ll be seeing them again?”
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I don't usually tag my readers' list for fics that are not my own, but it made me smile so much and we all need that right now!
