all that jazz
theme 11: a night in
"Once upon a time, there were three Turks. And every day, there was a blonde Elly-locks, whose hair was… uh…"
"… pretty as the sun." Rude supplied.
"Right! Pretty as the sun, but not as blinding. Anyway, she visited the three Turks in hope of… finding a magic slipper. And this magic slipper could grant wishes – because it had a genie inside it. And this genie granted as many wishes as the wielder wanted, because…"
"… it just couldn't wait to be king." The bald Turk completed the sentence.
"The king genie was the one who granted the most wishes!" Reno snapped his fingers, continuing. "So. One day, Elly-locks was feeling particularly mischievous and decided to use the standard bucket-and-door trick… and so giddy was she in her excitement for her prank to take effect…" Reno trailed off, leaving an ominous pause.
"… she forgot where she left it." Rude shook his head, grave. "Bad mistake."
Elena sneezed. "Ah-choo!"
"And splash went the bucket on her head. Oh dear, dear Elly-locks. So naïve…" Reno clucked his tongue, raking his head back. "That day, the three Turks, who decided to kick the third member out, on account of being an arrogant prat… chose to use the goodness of their hearts, and take sweet Elly-locks inside."
"… these two Turks would only do so if Elly-locks promised never to look for the magic slipper again." Rude lowered his sunglasses, noticing that Elena was finally asleep.
"Let's hope she learnt her lesson." Leaning on the door, Reno switched the light off, lingering for a moment longer. "'Night, Elly-locks."