"So... can I stay here?" Sabrina asked.
"No."
"Yes."
They answered simultaneously.
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"I mean, it's your place; you get to decide." The Faerie backpedalled.
"Oh... okay." Jerry said, surprised by his complacency. He nodded to himself, walking back downstairs.
The Faerie grumbled.
"Deserik..." Sabrina wondered aloud, "I recognise that name."
"It's quite common." He told her.
"No, I don't think it is."
The Faerie, 'Deserik', continued to glare at her.
"You know, you're quite crabby for a Faerie." She mused.
"A Faerie?"
"That's what you are, isn't it?"
"Oh - yeah, of course."
Now it was Sabrina's turn to look smug.
"Y'know, I can tell you're lying, too. Notbecause I'm a magical Faerie or whatever, but because you're a fucking terribleliar."
Deserik stood up, stiffly, hobbling to the door. When he passed her he said:
"I'll deal with you in the morning."