“Mal. Mal. Mal, wake up.”
“...nnh, Adam? ‘zzup?”
“The moon’s gone pink, Mal.”
“‘Spose that was gonna happen sooner or later.”
“But it’s pink.”
“Didn’t we already have this conversation?”
“Mal. The moon. Is pink.”
“We live in a town that borders Avalon, the moon’s gonna go pink sometimes! Or blue! Or purple! Or get, I don’t know, green spots!”
“...It ‘aint natural.”
“Magic isn’t natural. Now please, close the curtains if the moon bothers you so much, an' go to sleep. It’s past midnight; I gotta be up early to birdsit Mr. Finch’s finches an' he wants me there at the crack of dawn.”
“...Sorry. I just couldn’t sleep and then I look outside and—”
“I know, babe. Adjustment period an' all. Now sleep.”
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