Prompt: "Fool"


Jareth's eyes flashed coldly. "Explain yourself."

Jylde wouldn't look up. "Was own creation. Stewed peaches with face cream instead of custard, glitter garnish. Good joke!"

"And why, pray tell, did you leave this concoction by Sarah's bedside with a note saying 'Wid luv from yer Jerreth'"?

Jylde's brow furrowed. "You said follow Aboveground custom! It April 1. So I made lady a fool. Peach and glitter fool!"

Jareth's eyes closed briefly as understanding trickled in. "And the note?"

Jylde looked sheepish. "Make king different kind of fool. So can participate!"

Silence simmered.

"Sometimes," Jareth murmured, "I truly hate ruling here."