"So what about you, Holly? I mean, what do fairies do anyway?" Artemis asked.

"Do"? Holly asked.

"Yeah, I mean, do you have jobs or anything?" Artemis said.

"What-What's a job?" Holly said.

"Guess that answers that question." Artemis said. "Look, um, what do you do all day?"

"Mm, help things grow." Holly said.

"Yeah? That sounds cool." Artemis said.

"No, usually it's warm." Holly said.

"No, no. Cool means hot." Artemis said.

"What?" Holly said.

"Yeah. You know...bodacious, bad, tubular." Artemis said. "As in, "You are one bodacious babe."

"And that's good. I mean cool." Holly said.

"Yeah. We're communicating now." Artemis said.

"Tubular." Holly said.

Artemis was carving Holly in to the tree.

"What are you doing?" Holly exclaimed.

"Carving your name." Artemis said. "See? H-O-L-L..."

"No, no, you mustn't do that. Here. Can't you feel its pain?" Holly said.

"Its pain"? Artemis said.

"Yes." Holly said. "He doesn't understand."

"Did I say something wrong?" Artemis said.