Teach me Maestro Monkee

[Circe]

"Oh ho ho ho! I believe Sera has me giving you an Uzi as a 9 on the bad things have gotten scale," she jokes with Sonja. Seraphina had never actually said that to Circe.


Circe is smug. Much smug. Too much to even correct that she hadn't Hedgespun the skin suits. Pie slice finished. "Ya want another slice?"


"There weren't any?" she questions honestly. Circe hasn't seen that film. Or read the book. Mostly knew the pop-culture parts of it. "Thought Lawrence fought some ironic horse or something? Steam beast?"

Sounds like movie slang for a train.


"Hmm," she folds her arms, thinking on the movie she had seen. "Certainly a lack of safety standards in the galaxy far, far away. They didn't even have railings on the Death Star, oh ho ho ho."

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie was fully willing to admit the she and gun did not mix. She had no training or experience with them, didn't want any, and was as likely to accidentally shoot herself as an enemy. So, she wasn't bothered that others thought that giving her a firearm was a Bad Idea. She could only agree.

The smugness was noted, but the Beast didn't mind. Circe was a Queen and in her own home so she could behave how she wanted. A touch of conceit was a common Fairest trait.

"Oh, I shouldn't... but I will. More please," Sonnie grinned and held up her plate.

"Maybe you're thinking of Wild, Wild West. That had a giant mechanical spider."

She took a drink from her glass, "No OHSA violations if there's no OSHA!" She nodded and tapped a finger against her temple, mimicing the meme.

[Circe]

Being the gracious sweet, okay, being the host of her home, Circe rises up to carry get the slice for Sonja. Circe quickly serves Sonja a second slice, "Ere ya go. And don't worry lil' miss wall runner, ya'll burn of the calories for sure."


"It did?" She sits back down as she doesn't recall the old 1970s series having anything like that. Did it get a bigger, oh wait! "The Will Smith movie? I feel like it was a Will Smith movie. Was it?"


She drinks her own water, taking a sip, and laughs. "Oh bo hoo, no OSHA. What about praising the Empire for solving the Princess's planet's unemployment problem? Because they made that rate drop to zero with one command from the brilliant, slipper clad Sir Peter Cushing."


Circe had an eclectic knowledge base. Guns and computers was almost always an absolute yes. Everything else? Hit or astronomical miss.