One night in the Tower of High Sorcery...
Crysania: We're going to watch a musical.
Raistlin: Great suffering gods, another one? Well, I guess I did enjoy Sweeney Todd.
Crysania: That was awful! It had cannibalism!
Raistlin: And Assassins.
Crysania: Psychopaths! Anyway, you'll like this one; it's about you.
Raistlin: Excellent.
Crysania: And me.
Raistlin: Not so excellent.
Crysania ignores him and pushes play. They watch as the TV Raistlin sings Aria of the Mage.
Crysania: He's quite nice looking.
Raistlin: He is an undignified player, not fit to portray me.
Crysania, elbowing him: Shh!
They watch the on screen adventures of themselves, including the scene where Crysania attempts to kiss Raistlin and is refused.
Crysania: I remember us doing a bit more than that...
She kisses Raistlin.
Raistlin: You are incorrect as usual, Revered Daughter, it was more like...
They kiss with more passionately, falling off the couch.
Tasslehoff, popping up from behind said couch: Hello!
Raistlin and Crysania pick themselves up and glare at the kender.
Raistlin: What are you doing here? This tower is supposed to be impregnable!
Tas: Yeah, I don't know what that means but there's this mage with a teleporting device, not the Device of Time Journeying, another one, and he dropped it and just as I went to give it back to him, I thought of some news I should tell you: Palin and Usha got married!
Crysania: Oh Palin, I remember him! Who's Usha?
Raistlin: Just a girl who-
Tas: Raistlin's daughter!
The temperature drops violently.
Crysania, to Raistlin: WHAT!? You have a daughter?!
Raistlin drags Tas to the door and flings him outside. He turns to a furious Crysania.
Crysania: Who's her mother?
Raistlin: No one, I mean I don't know because-.
Crysania: You didn't even KNOW her?! You are sleeping on the couch tonight.
Raistlin , collecting himself: I'm not sleeping on the couch, it was my bed before you came, YOU sleep on the couch.
Crysania: Fine!
Several hours later...
Raistlin approaches Crysania who pretends she's asleep.
Raistlin: You know, if she is my daughter then Palin's married his cousin and that would be gross.
Crysania ignores him with all the fury of an angry woman.
Raistlin: And apparently she's really nice and beautiful and clever so...
Crysania: Yeah, that really doesn't sound like you. I guess she's probably not your daughter.
Raistlin: Yes, that's what I was trying to tell you, honesty, you're being as thick as my brother. Now will you please come back to bed?
Crysania: Well, I didn't know I was so instrumental to you falling asleep.
Raistlin: Well gods know you're not, but it's freezing up there.
Crysania, standing up: You're so romantic.
Unbeknownst to our protagonists, they are watched by the god of magic. Two of them, anyway.
Solinari: Mortals are so cute. Don't you agree, sister?
Lunitari: Ehh. Abruptly and completely changing the subject: where's our other cousin?
Solinari: I think he was chasing some mortal woman without much success.
Lunitari, looking like Yule has come early: A MORTAL?! Wonderful, let's watch.
AN: If you have any ideas for what I should write about next, please let me know. Please review. The next chapter is better, I think. And also, the musical that they watched is a really thing: The Last Trial, done by some amazing Russian people about the Legends trilogy.