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Title: No big deal (it kind of was)
Summary: After dinner, Marcy starts asking questions. Specifically about Sasha's 'snazzy' new scar.
Setting: Post "The Dinner"
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Sasha tries to sneak away with Grime, but once the Volcakeno is done being eaten Anne offers to have all the girls clean up the mess and Hop Pop leaps at the chance to put his froggy feet up after a long night. Sprig sticks his tongue out at her distraught expression and for a brief, hateful moment, Sasha wonders if they can still pull off this mission with a second murder attempt on her record.
(Grime, noticing this, gives Sasha a very pointed 'I will demote you off this damn lily pad if you do something stupid'.)
(Sasha, just as noticing, glared back with 'It'd only be a little strangling, chill'.)
Thankfully, Anne seemed willing to pick up most the work. And by most, she meant all of it. Sasha didn't even think the girl was doing it on purpose, falling into hostess brain without meaning to. She pilled plates and bowls on her head as she casually carried four to five cups per hand. It was as impressive as it was terrifying.
Marcy attempts to help, grabbing silverware and napkins, but she's much more interested in Sasha. As in, complimenting Sasha. Her hair, her armor, her sword- Sasha would be lying if she said that she wasn't enjoying the ego boost.
Until the questions get personal, that is.
"Gosh, you must have gotten so much battle experience," Marcy gushed. Which, yeah, she's not wrong. "Were you at Toad Tower? I know Grime used to head it."
Sasha sours a little, hands going to her waist instinctively. Right. Sword is back at the Sundew's. "What do you know about Toad Tower?"
Marcy makes a noise and waves her hand in a so-so manner. "Only the battle report. Frogs captured, tower fell- something about Boom Shrooms? I know Captain Grime was branded a traitor. Yunan was filling me in before her mission to find him."
Her frown only got deeper. "You're friends with that freak?"
"Sasha," tuts Anne, returning dish-less. She pats the imaginary dust off her hands. "Marcy's allowed to have friends."
"She tried to cut off my head," Sasha bit out.
Marcy, for some ungodly reason, giggles. "Yeah, Yunan is a little intense." She points toward her face. "Did you get that scar from fighting the frogs?"
Sasha goes very, very still. She looks up at Anne, blue eyes burning. Anne flinches and looks away. Any other time, Sasha would have gotten aggressive about calling the girl out for it. But this is a covert assignment, so she settles on passive-aggressive.
"Nah, not a frog. Our little Anne just decided to ruin my pretty face, is all." She quickly holds up a hand. "But that's way in the past, amiright?"
Marcy's face fell blank as she processed this. Sasha watched as she slowly turned around to stare at Anne, who was shuffling around awkwardly. "Anna-banana?" she said, voice wavering.
Anne winced further into herself. "I... it was a closed combat trial. I wasn't trying to hurt you, Sash, I swear."
"But you did," insisted Sasha.
"I did," she agreed. "And I know it won't even begin to make up for it, but... I'm really sorry."
Marcy approached Anne, leaving Sasha standing alone, as it felt like she always did these days. She took Anne's hand and held it up, showcasing the bad scar on her arm. "Is that how you got this?"
"No!" Anne said quickly. "Frog, no. Sasha didn't do that. Sasha wouldn't have done that. It was just... tax season toads."
"Mire?" Sasha guessed. "Never did like her."
"Yeah. Bog's orders."
Sasha made a mental note to order them into some serious prison time later. Bog had never exactly been the best soldier. He was rowdy, challenging authority and breaking lines to snag riches. After the heron incident, Grime had confided in her that he'd sent them away entirely to get them off his membrane for a few days. "Looks like we're all pretty messed up, huh?"
"Yeah," said Marcy, looking between the two with a guilt they wouldn't understand for some time yet. "I guess... you are."
Author's Note: Me, finding a way to sneak Anne's mace scar into every dang oneshot I write with her- improvise. Adapt. Overcome.
Also, yeah! I think it'd be interesting for Marcy to find out all the girls went through. Anne was Very vague about her and Sasha's fight, and why would she question Sasha's face scar? She's hanging with Toads! Toads get scars like that for breakfast.
-Mandaree1
