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"So, out of all the things in the world to be scared of, and you pick needles?" Mal joked once he had helped her back up and returned to her seat.

Scar gulped, looking queasy. "It's not funny..." She gripped the table with a death grip, reluctantly saying, "Thanks."

"Says the girl that poked a sleeping dragon, yet can't handle a needle," Mal shot her a grin. "I'm just teasing."

"@sshole." She growled, shaking her head. She couldn't help it.

Mal grinned. "Aw, come on, you love me!" he joked.

"Well, certainly, just like I love butter. Which I don't." Scar didnt like butter.

"I'm offended!" Mal said, pouting.

"Aw, fine, pouty face joker. I like you like I like twizzlers." Scar really liked twizzlers.

"I take it you like twizzlers?" He grinned.

"Of course I do! They're red!"

"Great! In that case, I'm flattered!"

"...ok yay. I think." Scar shrugged, not noticing her arm was now slowly healing itself.

Mal glanced down at her arm and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Your arm looks a lot better already," he stated.

"Uh huh." Scar tried not to wince, this process hurt like hell, drinking more rum.

"You okay?" Mal asked, seeing her expression.

"Well, this healing process hurts like hell, otherwise, great!" Scar said, rolling her eyes.

"The eye roll was unappreciated," Mal said, shaking his head at her. "On the bright side, it'll be better soon?"

"Yup. Until she shoots me in a few hours." She had threatened to do just that.

"You're grandmother? Why would she shoot you?"

"She's not my grandmother, they are engaged. My mom's mom lives in Nordrassil I think, and my other one-good question." Scar frowned. "She's grandad's 22 year old Barbie girlfriend who thinks she can rule MY kingdom. And hence the fighting."

"Fine, step-grandmother. It's just kind of a mouthful is all," Mal replied, giving her a grin. "Didn't answer my question though. Why'd she shoot you? I mean, I can see why you'd shoot her, but vice versa?"

"Cause I told her flat-out hell no when she asked to have her own crown and be named Queen. When its MY kingdom, MY castle, MY throne room, etc." Scar glared at the table, eyes slitted.

"Bit extreme to shoot someone over that... Then again, I guess people have done crazier just for a crown."

"Oh no. She's a bimbo Barbie b*tch is what she is and this has been going on for a month, making me want to jump off a cliff or drink poison that actually kills me." Scar groaned.

"Yeah, but keep in mind that if you kill yourself, it's kind of more of a victory for her. Seeing that she'd probably be able to take your crown and stuff."