[accidental video post]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel is standing with his back to the camera; he's working on some kind of complex equations, in his thought bubble. So, too must people really random babble but seems to have something to do with the thought bubble itself, which seems to be weighting Denzel down and making the man slouch over more. For a moment there's a thought bubble in his thought bubble.]

FAIRIES! [A quick glimpse of an FOP fairy with a wand, crown and wings and a floating crowny thing before Crocker falls to the floor with his twitch] OW!

[Rubbing his side before a cross out sign appears over the fairy in the thought bubble and continues to move with weight of the thought bubble on his shoulders. A calendar with the month of March appears in the thought bubble. Before a Crocker himself groans. Followed by a birthday cake and then the words 'psychotic moron' which he shakes his head quickly and erasing the thoughts inside the thought bubble. Then there's a lightbulb, then with '53 /= 54?']

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[crackpotcrocker]

No, no. It doesn't bother - me.

[He stares at the objects coming to life] FAIRIES! [Twitch twitch. Short pause, oh right it was her. He really needs to kick that habit. Though he does seem to be staring at the objects cleaning themselves]

How long did it take you to learn that? Oh! Yes! The cake! [Frantically goes to get some clean plates, knife and some forks]

[zelda_hylia]

A few years. I always felt badly about the maids cleaning my room, so I worked on an already existing spell until I got results.

[Ahh, childhood. She smiles at the thought.]

I can clean by hand as well if I need to, but... this is preferable.

[Zelda is not so sure about what might be in those piles of dirty clothes. She waits patiently for Crocker to find some clean dishes.]

[crackpotcrocker]

[What's in the pile of dirty clothes? More dirty clothes! Which animate to life. Finally, he finds some clean dishes and walks over to Zelda but pauses Crocker can't help but watch all of this.]

Won't you have a seat? [Where were his manners? Placing the plates and utensils down. The magical cleaning was distracting]

My apologies. Would you like some - COFFEE!?

[Slight spazz]

Well, I don't know how to clean by hand...

[zelda_hylia]

...you don't?

[What did his parents teach him?!, her thoughts read. Zelda was a sheltered princess for the first ten years of her life (no, literally, a princess) and she still knew how to clean up after herself. She takes the offered seat, making a dumbfounded expression.

This can not stand. This is an affront to the hygiene of the entire city!]

Shall I teach you, then?

[crackpotcrocker]

No.... [Isn't that how all men are? His thoughts read] I'd rather not get into the old BAT! [Screaming in anger at the thought of his mother, she was either never there or over bearing... and I never knew my father.] [Before he groans]

Would be better then dishes and clothes just piling up, I suppose.

[zelda_hylia]

We do not have to speak of any topics that you are uncomfortable with.

[With a quick wave of her hand, she calls a few tiny magical flames to float over the cake and promptly sings the Happy Birthday song. It seems that she's pretty shameless about things like this! At least she has a soothing voice.]

[crackpotcrocker]

Thank - [Have some wide eyes at the floating cake and magical flaming candles and he keeps eyeing the cake intently until she starts singing, where he begins to relax.]

It was only a floating cake and candles lighting themselves. [Before dozing off near the end of the song]

[zelda_hylia]

...ah, are you awake...?

[Was he so exhausted that just a short song puts him to sleep? Zelda's torn between amusement and concern.]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel pops his eyes open] I'm awake! I'm awake! Turner! F!.... Huh?

[zelda_hylia]

If you're tired enough that such a quick song puts you to sleep, perhaps we should have the cake another time. I won't be offended if you need to go to bed.

[And indeed, she doesn't seem offended at the idea, just smiling pleasantly.]

[crackpotcrocker]

No! No, no. Your voice was just smoothing.

[Before he start slicing the cake]

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda waits patiently for him to finish cutting the cake, hands folded in front of her.]

I don't think I asked you before... what is it you do back on your home world?

[Is he a scientist?]

[crackpotcrocker]

[A slice goes on a plate for her and him. He's about to take a bite when. There's a pause. As a certain pink hatted buck tooth child flashes in his thoughts]

Teacher, why?

No! How dare you think of comparing, I, Mr. Denzel Crocker to those scientists [like it's a swear word before he goes off thinking of his younger self being laughed by a bunch of scientists. During which Crocker drops his fork and covers his ears] STOP IT! STOP THE LAUGHING!

[zelda_hylia]

[Goddesses, that was not the reaction she expected. Zelda takes a bite while she thinks of what to say.]

I apologize. Perhaps the word has different connotations on our worlds. On my world, it is simply one who researches things and tries to find out the reasons behind why things work as they do.

[crackpotcrocker]

[The laughing slowly starts to die down]

Yes, that's how it is in my universe. Expect none of them believe in -MAGIC!

[zelda_hylia]

Is that so? Well, there must be a great deal of things they can't explain, then.

[Zelda returns to eating her cake calmly. How terrible it must be to live in a society without magic... or even worse, one where magic is persecuted. Whatever happened to Anders when he went back to his world? The poor man.]

[crackpotcrocker]

They use [tch] science to explain these things or ignore them completely. [so bitter]

There's magic there in my world! I'm telling you! I'M TELLING YOU! [insane look]

[zelda_hylia]

I believe in the coexistence of science and magic. There is no single truth in this universe.

[In contrast to his insane expression, Zelda remains calm. It's partially in an attempt to cool him down.]