// Scenario: Probably takes place several years prior to the story. Pearl somehow convinced Ned to ride in her plane; there may or may not have been threats made on her part to reveal his secret interest in and talent for embroidery to the general public.

“Oops.”

“What do you mean, ‘Oops.’?”

“...Nothing.”

“Pearl...”

“Nothing! Nothing to worry about. Not a thing.”

“'Oops’ is not ‘nothing’ when you’re trapped in a flying tin can.”

“Well, you’re free to get off at any time if you object to it so much.” The plane abruptly lurched left.

“PEARL!”

“Sorry! Sorry. Wasn’t trying to throw you out, promise!”

“I knew this was a bad idea...”

“Don’t worry, Ned. You’re in safe hands.”

“Hands ATTACHED TO A MOUTH THAT SAID ‘OOPS’.”

“Ned—"

“THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ‘OOPS’, A TREE FELL ON ME.”

“Stop exaggerating, it was just a sapling. And I DID yell 'duck'—"

“YOU WERE IMPRECISE. NEXT TIME, SPECIFY IF YOU MEAN A WATER FOWL OR TO DODGE!”

“FINE, I WILL! STOP SHOUTING!”

“I’M SORRY THAT THE PROSPECT OF A FIERY, VIOLENT DEATH JUST SLIGHTLY UNNERVES ME. Wha—Pearl, why are you turning—KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROA-SKY!”

“Ned, breathe. It’s going to be all right. I promise. Trust me.”

“...I-I trust you. I DON’T trust 600 feet of empty air.”

“Ha, good enough. Now hold on tight; and /try/ not to throw up in my plane.”


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i wrote this a few days ago; it's not really meant to be serious. i just find the mental image of the usually controlled, stiff-upper-lip!Ned screaming like a terrified little girl rather funny 8D; i have an odd sense of humour.