How the fuck had she missed this shithole? Margo had been back for just a week, and she already needed about five buckets of stiff drinks, some OTC uppers and a 12-hour fuckfest with Amaya and Irene just to get through the day.

She didn't have a single one of those things. Just a headache.

She was going to name it Tick Pickwick.

"Seriously, Tick? What is the problem here? I asked for two simple things. Pull up the fields, plant some goddamn mushrooms."

Tick fixed that infuriating customer service smile on her, and had the temerity to say, "If you will allow me to mansplain, Your Highness..."

That fucking dickhole. She was going to strangle him. Except the fairy queen was watching, and probably wouldn't let her have even that small comfort. Fuck knew the woman delighted in wandering around with Margo's goddamn eye hanging off of her wrist like a fancy Halloween bracelet.

"The farmers are hesitant because you're asking them to throw out food," Tick prattled on, gesturing nimbly to make his point, his entire bearing projecting some kind of bizarre... patronizing sycophancy. "...And replace it with, uh..."

Murder. Murder. Murder. "Inedible mushrooms, I got it," Margo said, and hoped that of the twin feelings inside of her right now, it was the rage and not the desperation that showed on her body. "And mansplaining," she added, desiring only to end the relentless, irritating chime of his fucking Tick-ness, "Is a bad thing, Tick."

"But I'm a man," Tick said. "Explaining. Is that not mansplaining? Perhaps you could womansplain to me."

She was going to commit a homicide.

( I mean it's the fucking fairies! )

[[ nfb, nfi, just catching up on bits and bobs from The Magicians season 3, episodes 1, 3 and 4. ]]