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The bible never specified how long a day was. It could’ve been billions of years, just to get to Wednesday.
Or, it could have been a single second.
To get to the middle of the week was a suffering thing that even to the girl that adored suffering, did not offer catharsis. But to get to Wednesday herself- you’d be asinine to try. Because nothing really did get to her, aside from mild pestering that bubbled and broiled under her skin before mellowing once again.
Like dripping rain water onto a hot rock. It would simmer, then evaporate completely.
To cause whatever Wednesday currently was feeling, was an unparalleled event.
As the Earth's crust began to expand and erode, heat and pressure pushed the solid minerals up to the Earth's surface which formed colossal rock beds. That’s part of how the earth formed to get to Wednesday. It’s what was built in the exterior of the girl like a protective shield.
Virtually impenetrable. But the thing about virtually; was that it wasn’t a guaranteed. If something aggravated Wednesday enough- in a way that no one ever had been able to, it would cause a reaction she couldn’t recover from.
At least a foot of molten heat would have to be wading the surface of her shields to erode them. To seep deep into her marrow that seared hot and dry in her skeleton.
Yet somehow, in some universal fuck-you, the bubbly blonde with colourful sweatshirts was the reactor to generate a fucking explosion.
She hadn’t seen Enid.
In.
Days.
The last she’d seen her, Enid was in the tumultuous spiral that led to half of the room being picked over and causing Wednesday’s left eye to twitch. There had been a disturbance to her own innocuous side, where a pale green shirt had nudged its way across the barrier.
She opened her mouth to snap- but something vile occurred leading to Wednesday holding her tongue hostage between sharp teeth.
Something incredibly wrong was going on- it must be. Perhaps the molten core of the earth was cracking open and about to swallow earth’s inhabitants whole and this was its forewarning.
Enid’s eyes were wide and her cheeks were pink with agitation. Her casual apathy a sharp weapon in this war of silence marred by cloth hitting floor.
Because for no other reason, should insecurity have scuttled within her chest that she had vigilant defences to prevent, anxious about Enid’s feelings.
It was enraging. Deplorable, to find herself caring for the blonde mutt’s internal warring. And she wouldn’t allow it. Even if it had waxed into her chest and set up camp- she could at least refrain from acting on it.
So, she hadn’t asked what Enid was doing. She had sat at her desk, and starting typing the second act of her book, doing her best to drown out the whimpering of a stressed werewolf and clattering of things that were probably have hers, with soothing thoughts of decapitation.
But she remembered the flash of ochre eyes- and oh, How gorgeous ochre they had been. Like a wild, deadly beast barely in control. One wrong move, and Wednesday would be left with a ripped open carotid on the dormitory floor.
And it was such a beautiful vision, that was abruptly ended when Enid dropped her chin to hide her face in the bundle of her sweater.
The way Enid had her arms wrapped around the wayward things she had grabbed reminded Wednesday of those old westerns where the bandits tried to steady the loads of money and jewels before their great escape. Enid, like a thief knowing the cops were coming, fled their dorm room without a word. As soon as her door shut, Wednesday went back to typing to avoid the overstimulation of things left a mess on the floor.
That was that. Enid would face her wrath about the tornado she’d sent through the dorm when she returned…
Healthy, open communication between roommates could also be sorted at the end of a pike, she mused as she went about her day.
But she didn’t return. Not that afternoon, or the morning after. Not even in the measly hours of the night, and she hadn’t been in any of her classes. Enid was usually a howling, chittery ball of sleep by the time she rose. Her foot would stick out weirdly from the sheets and her arm would hang limp by her side. Enid usually slept with one leg out and one tucked in, on her stomach, Wednesday had observed. What an odd way to rest- with your back facing your possible master of demise. Enid had assured her every morning, in some dry humour that Wednesday did not quite understand, she hadn’t been backstabbed yet.
It had become a part of her routine. Every morning, When Enid rose a half hour after her, she’d proclaim her vitality and then slug off to get ready.
But Enid wasn’t there. And Enid was always there on Thursday mornings especially. Because they served French toast and she had a student council meeting after lunch.
But she was gone, and the room left in its disarray. Wednesday puffed out of her nose, pinching the bridge of it in pitiful annoyance, as she started picking up the various clothing items and discarded tchotchke, sorting them.
This was quickly becoming the most irritating thing Wednesday had encountered in her time at this god forsaken academy. And it hadn’t even been a complete 24 hours since Enid went missing.
No matter- the blonde pain would return as she always did. Prancing, drooling and overly excited as a puppy. She would speak to her annoying hive of outcasts, and irk Wednesday until they both fell asleep, and all would be right in the world. This strange inertia would be over, and the planet would right itself again.
Wednesday nodded to herself resolutely, twisting her braids a bit too tight in the way they pinched the skin of her scalp. But it didn’t bother her. Her fingers crawled to the crosshatch of hair on the left side of her skull, pressing her fingertips into the rapidly-forming bruise there and winced minutely at the sharp hiss of pain. Maybe she could shortcut Pavlov method this; every time Enid came up in her head she’d press the bruise until she subconsciously stopped.
But then, Enid wasn’t at lunch again. Not in Thornhill’s class, nor present at dinner. Back at the dorm, the room was still undisturbed, and Thing was no help when she questioned him.
So, with the most candid devastation once had present during a conscious amputation, she moved for the door. She would have to speak to the Scooby Gang, if she wanted any answers. And that was the most petulant thing of all. God forbid, they be getting stoned or playing something as silly as Dungeons and Dragons when their only member of value was missing.
Thankfully, they were all settled within an alcove near the library, apparently studying. How odd, that the monkey’s could read. She shrugged off the discomforting sight of books strewn in front of the teenagers, and stepped with determination toward them. She constantly kept the escape back into the safe haven of the dormitories in her peripheral, just in case, even as she turned to face the group with a shared surprised.
“Oh, uh, hi, Wednesday.” Ajax coughed out, scratching at the back of his neck in a way Enid had once gushed as endearing.
Disgusting.
The awkwardness of the entire event was not lost on Wednesday, who let her knife flicker open and closed a few times. Perhaps to cut the tension. Perhaps as an idle threat, that has Yoko’s eyes horned to the sharp stint of the blade, narrowing, her shoulders stiffening. “What can we do for you?”
Wednesday depressed the cushion of the windowsill with her boot, crossing her arms. It felt very much like a bad-cop about to interrogate a group of rag-tag misfits, with the dingy school lighting and all. Xavier rolled his eyes, making room for the raven haired girl that perched herself on the bench in a crouch.
She shoves the artist boy in the shoulder, glowering down at him beneath her eyebrows. “Where is Enid?”
Xavier shrugged, sticking the barrel of his pen between his teeth. “Dunno. Haven’t seen her. Hey,” he tilts the art pad on the side of his knee, tapping at it with a knuckle. “Do you think this would look cool?”
It’s a fucking elephant on a bicycle, Xavier. She wants to say. Doesn’t.
The storm of tempestuous emotions overcomes her again and she bites her tongue to keep from saying nasty things that would obliterate any potential leads to the blonde. Like covering tire tracks in a thriller. She tolerates Xavier at best, and he’s one of Enid’s closest friends. So she wouldn’t tell him how simple minded he was, nor uppercut his jaw until blue ink is oozing down his chin.
She still wished the elephant would come to life in its 7 ton glory and blown up in his face with spectacular collateral. The kind that clings to the walls with fervent horror even once clean.
Instead, she flickers her gaze between the vampire and gorgon that sit on the floor, on cushions they’d snatched from the other windowsills. They look like children, waiting for Mr. Thorpe to start his reading hour.
Davina, at least, lounged with a book of semi-intelligence propped up on her knee.
“None of you know where Enid is? Seriously?”
Yoko shrugs from where she nestles her head in Davina’s lap, the siren grunting and readjusting. “Last I heard from her she said to grab her whatever notes she’d be missing during class.”
Ajax hums in agreement, “Yeah. She told me to make sure I grab her homework for at least the next, like, two weeks.”
Bristling. “And none of you, oh, I don’t know, thought something might be wrong?”
Her voice booms, and the duo on the ground flinch. Xavier is completely useless beside her, bringing little circus animals to life on the page that she absentmindedly smacks to ashes of charcoal and ink.
Wednesday is feeling raw with panic and confusion, and talking to this group of imbeciles feels akin to swallowing tacks in the most unpleasant form. She’s sure she’ll have to burn her clothes to rid herself of the festering disease their proximity brings.
That feeling congeals in her stomach with the weight of unsettlement that appeared yesterday morning, as she looks to the faces of growing concern that seem to reflect her own. Help it as she might, the twist of her lips doesn’t smoothen and she can’t quite shake the twitching of her eyebrow until it settles into a downturn.
There are words that aren’t complete pushing at the backs of her teeth; a blithering storm filling her lungs with murky uncertainty that she can’t stand nor comprehend, and she warbles some non-sensical noise. It’s low, and thready and similar to a puppy alone by a freeway of thoughts.
She thinks of that elephant in its 7 tons crushing her, because there’s several sets of eyes that make her feel peevish on her now, and she chances a look at Xavier when he gasps with wide eyes.
He wasn’t smart. But he wasn’t a complete idiot either, and knew her the best out of this strange little outcast society.
Xavier’s mouth closed and he stared at Wednesday. Yes, there was disbelief written on his face but Wednesday saw that there was something mixing and turning behind his eyes. Suddenly, she wanted to pull back and punch him in the face because she could tell that he saw -something- and now Wednesday felt exposed though he hadn’t said a word.
“I have to go.” She announces, standing. “I’m going to search for Enid. Retrace her steps. When did you last see her?”
Yoko narrows her eyes at her cadence that’s far quicker than normal. Doesn’t comment, as she tilts her sunglasses lower down the bridge of her nose.
“She ran by me in the foyer of the school like, two nights ago. She was in a rush and didn’t even say anything.”
Wednesday nods, curtly. So, Enid would be somewhere in the woods likely, or maybe even town. “Thank you.”
God, the sentiment was bitter on her tongue.
Her combat boots dragged amongst the many scuffs on the wall as she made her way through the myriad of halls. She ignored the empty gum wrappers and broken pencils that rolled underfoot, which would usually make her fly off the handle in sheer disgust and puncture one of the many hung up pieces of artwork, or, the occasional perforation of the glass trophy cases. Rows of lockers stood like proud sentinels, displaying their uniforms of fresh paint. Her footsteps echoed through empty halls, this place more a funeral home than school once classes were done for the day and students could start filing out to sneak into town. She cuts through one of the janitorial offices that lead straight to the basement exit.
Because she can’t really bring herself to pass by Enid’s shiny locker painted with stars and planets that she’d mocked endlessly when she’d first seen it. Without Enid around, even in the liminal hours she was gone, it left the academy bereft of its cheer and mystique that carried heavily in her footsteps.
And she wishes, so so much that she hadn’t insulted her. Hadn’t mocked her for her tastes that were different and annoying but completely her own. Clearly, Enid had meant to leave. That much was clear- telling her friends to grab her homework and hastily packing herself a little bag. So maybe, she ran away.
Wednesday creaks open the door that led into the thick brush off the side of the Academy, taking in a deep breath of the crisp air. The shards of winter grazed the insides of her throat, as her head twisted around, combing her memory banks of where Enid might have gone. The cold weather that once fed her soul, draining it at the sudden onslaught of thoughts.
Had her cruelty finally driven Enid out? Pushed her too far, to the point she couldn’t even stomach being in the same building as her? Was her darkness such an all-encompassing veil of morbidity, that Enid had sought refuge amongst the monsters that were Wednesday’s lessers?
Her boots fumble as she careens through the dreary plants that sat mostly dead on this side of the school, against her own volition. This area of the forest housed nothing but evil, and they’d been warned early on to never set foot into the woodsy wasteland.
Which is precisely why Wednesday’s foremothers had set up a shelter beneath ground in the thick of it. The primordial power and stifling atmosphere helped their potions to brew much better, and added a potency to poisons a healthy environment just didn’t. The decaying air and pungent atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light.
So when there’s blotting of bare human feet and paw imprints, it twists and furls her stomach bubble until it’s a bubbly, knotted uncomfortable thing. Perhaps, the arachnids that waited in webs like meshed steel dipped in silver could gorge on her bloated body once she undoubtedly dies from the heady feeling lighting up her Addams DNA like contrast material beneath a CT machine.
It’s the sensation of terror eating away at her bones. Worry that works its way into her blood stream until she’s nearly falling to her knees upon the unpaved path.
Enid being hurt would kill her. She wouldn’t recover. But if Enid was led to her own suffering because Wednesday had sent her to it- her temple throbs, as her own bewailing ghosts through the trees . She couldn’t even let the thought form properly to keep her dinner down.
She hadn’t ever explored this deep into the forest before. Hadn’t needed to, when the supplies for her own experiments lay close to the bordering woods of the school. She truly didn’t even know where this shelter was- other than that it existed somewhere in the depths of clumpy combs of wet moss dangling from their rotten boughs. So why Enid would ever dare venture out here on her own, let alone to a place she hadn’t been privy to, was lost on her.
The darkness was thick and suffocating the further her feet pressed her into it. Centuries old trees used sprawling limbs mottled and begrimed to guard the darkness. A pungent tang oozed from every sentient being in the forest. Everything considered edible in another forest was nauseating here. It left you with the same, sickening taste of your own blood. It was truly a place to make your veins freeze over.
It however welcomed Wednesday like the warm embrace from a distant relative into its snare-strings. But Enid wasn’t an Addams- not yet, at least.
She groaned lowly. Not only was her Addams blood leading her into this forest of certain demise, but now it was pressing feelings she preferred buried to the surface.
She drew closer- her head inclining at the sudden pungent tang oozing from every sentient being in the forest. Her body halted at a sooty coppice, blinking against the vantablack night to the lethal larkspur peppering the mulchy floor around a hatch.
Ah.
The hatch to the doomsday shelter and part Addams laboratory looked fossilized shut. Enid’s super-strength likely caused it to partly cave in on itself as she shut it from below. She tries for the handle, but it doesn’t budge.
Wednesday learned that even if one doesn’t have the arm muscle to loosen the locks or hatches on a steel door, there was a simple trick for people who aren’t mechanics, aren’t bodybuilders or do not possess a key nor the supernatural power to unlock it.
Wednesday lodged the sharp blade of her knife into the bolt at a horizontal angle and stood up on it. The steel stressed against her weight. With a puff of air flickering her bangs, she did a little hop and the knife serrated with a gritty whine, loosening the dead bolt.
She held the dilapidated knife up with a frown. She would have to replace it. But no matter, the hatch was open now.
She tosses the useless knife aside, lifting the hatch up enough to slip into the damp shelter that smelt of rotting meat and earth.
The latter was rickety and missing a few rungs, much to her knees protest as they buckled at the impact of her weight against concrete. She bristled at the sharp stab in her joints, but ignored it in favour of looking around.
It was a spacious cellar. Jars of oddities sat on shelf’s of curio lined with ingredients she had only imagined in her wildest dream. A sudden childlike-excitement filled her chest, a smile pulling at her lips as she studied the blob of a creature floating in formaldehyde.
But her attention is torn to the sudden scattering of nails against the ground, the room echoing whimpers. She snaps her head toward the canopic jars (another thing for her to obsess over at a later date), that sway from the force something big running past them.
Wednesday crosses her arms, stepping toward a small bed roll where a large grey foot peaked out from.
“Enid?” She calls, and watches with a twitch of her brow when the paw quickly disappears beneath the bundle of blankets. That same eyebrow raises when she notices how half of those blankets are her own.
She sweeps her eyes around the cellar. Her own clothes she’d assumed were lost, are hanging haphazardly around like they were being air dryed. “Enid?” She tries again, her tone firmer.
A loud whimper is her response. Wednesday huffs, stomping forward and snatching the blankets off the prone body that-
Wednesday’s eyes widen despite themselves, stumbling back and knocking one of the jars over. Thankfully it was a jar of… potpourri, she thinks, but it’s enough to have the blonde girl bracing herself in a defensive posture, rows of sharpened fangs bared and a hiss making its way through them.
“Enid…” Wednesday frowns, stepping forward. Enid yelps, drawing herself back against the cold stone wall with a stuffy torn and filthy pressed to her chest.
“Dont come any closer… I don’t want to hurt you.” She whined.
Wednesday snorts, but doesn’t encroach on the other girls space. “I would like to see you try. Now, what’s wrong?”
Enid drops the teddy- its fluffy inards clinging to the claws that are jagged and rough like a stray dogs. She huffs in indignation, her face a flurry of emotions. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Look at me!”
Wednesday blinks. “Yes. That is what I am doing. I have eyes.”
“I’m- im hideous!” Enid shouts out, and it’s torn between a squeak and a bark and she flushes on her human cheeks, despite the snout and oversized ears shielding most of her face.
Wednesday tilts her head. Enid was a bit different, she supposed. In place of soft lips and a button nose was a longe, angry looking snout and where ears heavy with hand-sculpted mushrooms or moon earrings were fluffy ears. She had her human body, aside from four great paws and given Enid’s wincing as she shifts around, a tail. She shrugs in response. “You look fine to me.”
Enid guffaws. “Fine- I look fine- so I always look like a disgusting beast?!”
Wednesday shrugs noncommittally, looking at something growing on the walls that seems to breathe. “No. You look as powerful and ravishing as always.” The growing thing glows iridescentally. How odd. She wonders if this anomaly is noted somewhere in the family library.
Turns back to Enid, who’s growling lowly into one of Wednesday’s long sleeve shirts. Quirks a brow, and gets a blush and folded ears in return. “Just- don’t mess up the smell in here anymore, okay?…”
Wednesday hums, pushing herself forward. Huffs when Enid pushes herself further into the corner like a skittish animal. She tilts her head when she spots one of her pillows resting on the floor. “You are nesting, aren’t you?”
Enid mumbles an affirmation, burrowing her face into the fabric of the shirt. Wednesday frowns in confusion when her smile goes unnoticed . “Two nights ago was a full moon. You finally wolfed out!”
Enid mumbles.
Wednesday groans, because this was like trying to get through to a petulant child, yanking the shirt from her grip and she wants to laugh because Enid is pawing at the retreating clothing like a cat with its toy. She doesn’t think Enid would appreciate the metaphor, and settles down beside her.
Enid’s tail poofs away. Wednesday hums in thought. Interesting.
“So, what happened? Why didn’t you stay at the dorm?” Her eyes flicker to a spider that’s spotted like a ladybug. “Why come here?”
Enid swallows thickly, her eyes blinking up at the ceiling lined with vines and sprouted flowers. If they hung up string lights in here, perhaps it would feel like that ‘cottage-core lesbian’ aesthetic Davina constantly yammered on about.
Takes a steadying breath. “I knew my first…. Shift would be difficult.” She winces, gnaws at her lip for a second before continuing, Wednesday’s eyes unable to focus on anything other than that lip. “They always are. I’ve heard the horror stories about your first transformation, and even seen saw it happen to some of my pack mates. It’s.. scary. And painful. And you lose complete control.”
Wednesday blinks twice, turning her head to look at the steady nyctinasty plants wilting and regrowing beneath the glowing greenery. How peculiar.
“The school has protocols for a first shift. But I heard they throw you in a room and shackle you up. It’s…”
Wednesday scowls, in time with one of the withering vetch hanging above her head. “Deplorable.”
Enid snorts, dryly. “Yeah. That. And I knew it was going to happen- I could feel my body preparing for the… more unpleasant things, like bones breaking and rearranging, and my mind was going haywire. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, and even if you say I couldn’t hurt you, I didn’t want to risk it. So I fled. And for why I chose here; I didn’t. Trust me, I wouldn’t. But my body just…”
A silence falls, and Wednesday tries to be patient. If she nudges Enid a bit hard in the shoulder, that was just a knee-jerk reaction to the sound of something howling garishly out in the woods. Nothing more. She had the forbearance of a saint. Enid whimpers at the touch, speaking with a quiver in her words.
“I wanted to be near you. So bad. It’s like my blood was boiling over and only you could soothe it. So I doubled back when you were in class to grab some of your clothes that smell like you and by then I was breaking out into a flu which is like, a hundred times worse for a werewolf under the full moon, by the way, and my senses just brought me here.”
“Why didn’t you come back after you transformed? I know it only lasts about 12 hours.” She asks. Enid doesn’t look at her. Her face is bright red, eyes welled wish unshed tears. Wednesday inches her hand toward the one that morphs back into a human one beside her. Interlocks their pinkies.
Enid chokes on a sound in her throat, and then the tears are falling and disappearing against the fur of her snout. “I didn’t- I’ve been like this for- I didn’t want you to think I was weird, or ugly because of this. And I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck like this and I couldn’t bare the idea of you hating how I looked-“ her voice cracks, and Wednesday feels it like the fibres in her muscles shredding.
“Enid.”
“-because looks aren’t everything but they matter and you’re the most gorgeous person alive and you don’t look at me in the way I look at you but maybe-“
“Enid.”
“-Maybe if I were normal and adjusted like a proper wolf you would look at me like that and I just-“
“Enid! Enough.”
Enid’s jaw shuts audibly with a clack. Wednesday softens, shifting closer until they’re practically pressed together. “Look at me. Please.”
She does, and she looks completely petrified. Far too scared in her own mind to notice that her snout is gone. Wednesday smiles tentatively, her voice firm and eyes soft. “I would do anything. Absolutely anything to keep you safe. You don’t have to face anything alone- not anymore. And so you know, I’ve always looked at you like you have lit a path straight to heavens gate for me, and righted the stars above my head. I feel you like you’re apart of me and that is how I found you. Because I would always find you. No matter if you’re lost in a haze of wolf hormones or in your own dark stupor. And you could have wolf ears, or no ears, or half a human body or no body at all and I’d still absolutely worship the ground you exist upon. You will always be Enid to me. Okay?”
Wednesday took her hand, lacing their fingers together. It was small- not at small as her own, but still small- and strong and it sent a jolt of sheer responsibility, affection and something as primordial as the forest through Wednesday’s entire nervous system.
“Ok.” Enid answered, her voice quiet.
The entire universe had collapsed on Wednesday’s brain from their fingers threading together, rendering her unable to think or comprehend any atom of existence at the feeling of connection. Of fulfillment. Of safety, within the proximity of the other girl that looked at her from glassy blue eyes.
“Ok.” Wednesday answered back just as quietly. The colours and smells around them suddenly sharpened before relaxing once again. The underside of the cellar felt like it was reforming around them both and Wednesday could grasp her power of comprehension for just a second, to lean forward and flick one of the large ears that twitch in response. “Dont those hurt? They look heavy.”
Enid pouts, her nose twitching from the phantom whiskers that seem to scratch at her skin, cuddling the marred teddy to herself with her free hand. “Yeah, it feels like I’m using a bowling ball for a hat.”
Wednesday snorts, dropping their hands to pet the ears double the size of her hand.
Enid’s eyes widen at the sight of her own fingers. She quickly reaches up to press her fingertips against her heated skin, pulling back to marvel the tears found there. Looks excitedly at Wednesday, her fangs glinting beneath candlelight. “I’m normal again!”
Wednesday’s eye twitches in a roll. “You have never been normal.” Reaches forward, to wipe at the tears collecting in the seam of pink lips with a reverence of something precious. “You’ve always been inexplicably ethereal.”
Enid flushes, looking down at the torn up bear in her lap with a frown.
Wednesday reaches down to poke the at the decimated thing. “I’ll fix the stupid elephant for you.”
Enid beams at that, her ears perking and eyes flashing a brilliant ochre then settling back to blue. “Really? You’ll fix him?”
Wednesday rolls her eyes, grabbing the stuffed elephant with the tip of her index and thumb, scrunching her nose down at it in disgust. “Yes. My father taught me to sew when I was young.” She flicks the bear over, noting the large gash in its back. “Mostly surgical sutures, but I can manage threading it back together and cleaning it for you.”
Enid giggles, her fangs chittering before finally settling into the dull ones of a human and Wednesday feels a smile of her own form, looking at one bright enough to bring vitality to the forest. “You’re so sweet, Wends.”
She narrows her eyes, a scowl replacing the smile. “I am not.”
Enid nods, “Oh, but you are-“ leaning in like she’d just been told the true meaning of life. “-The absolute sweetest.”
Wednesday bites her inner cheek to stop the blush from surfacing in vain, as Enid perks up and crashes her down onto the bed roll in a cuddle.
She tucks the mane of blonde and pastel beneath her chin, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of Enid’s head as the taller girl snuggles into her and sighs contently.
“Whenever you’re ready, we’ll go. But only when you feel okay. No rush. I have no qualms about being as far from that disgrace of an educational institution.”
Cards her fingers between soft waves. Her skin tickles at the puff of laughter that flutters against her collarbone. Enid peeks up, her eyes flashing again. They twinkle with such a bright mirth that it puts the bioluminescent chamber they lay in to shame. “See? Totally sweet.”
Really, it only took Enid a single smile to get to Wednesday.