Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show
A/N: This scene is short and weird.
(The next morning. Magenta and Riff Raff are in a very plain bedroom(?). Both lie on the bed(?) together in a mostly un-suggestive way. It's rather romantic/cute, unlike the words of the conversation they're having… which are almost spoken as if they're about the weather...)
Magenta: are you going to dissect the Earthling?
Riff: (sarcastically) no, we're going to make her the main course of a dinner party.
Magenta: darling…
Riff: we probably will study her for a while. The Master wants a Mistress, though, so I might be forced to keep her in a state suitable for such use... why do you ask?
Magenta: I don't. You know me, always liking to hear about your work.
Riff: it would be your work, too, if you'd bothered with the sciences.
Magenta: I wish I had. Language and history - how useless! All I ever do is cook for you boys, and pretend to clean.
Riff: you're very good at it. How long has it been since you last fried a batch of those spiced Dormice?
Magenta: too long. We don't have the right ingredients for anything good here.
Riff: I'll try to find you some next time I leave for the whole day.
Magenta: please do! That's much better than bringing home an earthling.
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