The goblin rolled around on the floor giggling.
Jewell blinked, startled by the reaction, "It is?"
The orc was flummoxed. "You just told me that there are fairies inside some of the bottles of the latest batch of Mad Fairy!!! How is that not a disaster?" Jake rose to his feet, unable to restrain the anger and frustration. "We're gonna have to recall the entire lot!"
Mojo and Jewell still seemed perplexed. "What are you talking about, Jake?"
The orc had started to pace, but stopped at the question and looked astounded at Jewell. "There are drowned fairies in the ale..." he began.
The faerie interrupted, waving away his concerns. "Don’t be silly! They're not dead."
Jake was speechless for a moment. "What? What do you mean they're not dead?"
The Empress smiled at him sympathetically. "Jake, being stuck in a bottle of ale won't kill a fairy. They might be a little tipsy, but they'll be fine."
Mojo just continued rolling on the floor giggling and laughing.
"..." The orc opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again, and still no words came.
The orc wasn't even aware of when he had pressed his palms to the sides of his head. "So, when folks open their bottles, there's a chance a fairy is going to pop out..."
Jewell finished for him, "...yup! They'll pop right out and flitter away! None the worse for wear."
Mojo rolled over and giggled. "You forgot to tell him the best part!"
The Empress and the orc both looked at the goblin. Mojo bounced up to the desktop, and stood bobbing up and down on his toes. "They're wish fairies!"
"They're what???" Jake's expression was unreadable. He no longer knew what to think.
"Well, yes, that is true." Jewell agreed, as it it was just a common everyday piece of trivia barely worth notice.
"They're gonna come out of the bottles granting wishes to people???"
Jewell's nose scrunched up a little, "Well, no, not precisely." Then she beamed a sunshine smile at the orc, "They're not like djinnis, so they aren't obligated to grant wishes for their freedom. But, they MIGHT grant one because they’ll be so happy to be free. Maybe. Possibly. It’s really hard to tell."
Mojo just stood on the edge of the desk, rising up and down on his toes and swaying back and forth as he waited for the rest of the joke to reveal itself.
"...but, now that I think about it, they may also make a wish of their own." The petite Empress was still thoughtfully pondering. "Of course, they'll also be a little tipsy, so who knows exactly what they'll wish for, or how they might interpret a wish someone asks them for..." Her brow furrowed the longer she thought this through, but then she shrugged off any concerns and smiled at Jake. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
The half-orc was aghast. Dead fairies in the ale would have been bad enough. Live fairies that MIGHT grant wishes? Or grant mis-wishes? He fell back into his chair, feeling defeated. Muttering, "I'm gonna need a lawyer for this..."
"What? Why?" Jewell reacted with surprise.
"Because fairies?!? Live fairies?!? Drunken live fairies!!! Granting wishes!"
Mojo busted up laughing and fell off the desk.
The Empress grinned at Jake. "But it's hilarious, Jake!!! This is going to be so much fun!" The orc slumped and closed his eyes. "Think of it as a feature,” Jewell splayed her hands in the air, framing the idea: “‘Open a bottle of Mad Fairy and make a wish! It just might come true!’ Think of the promotional value! This is going to be GREAT!"
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