"Ah– ahahahaha!"

Linda was in stitches. Aisha glared at the blonde, who was holding on to a table to stop from falling over. She'd doubled over, she was laughing so hard.

She blew air into her cheeks, pouting at her best friend. "I tell you my deepest, darkest, most embarrassing secret, and this is what happens?"

"So that's what you were doing!" Linda wiped away her tears and grinned up at her, smile nearly cutting her head in half. "You were wincing for weeks. You stopped helping with goblin fights. I thought I'd hurt you somehow. It took you months before you even came over to play at my house again, and you wouldn't say why. How come you never asked saint Miriam for your arm back?"

"I thought she'd figure out what I'd done to myself," Aisha, defeatedly, said. This sent Linda into another paroxysm of laughter. Once she'd recovered she grinned at her, made a twirling motion with a finger against her head, and then, finally and blessedly, managed to stop laughing.

"Aisha, dear, I love you, but you're an idiot. I think we've still got some cakes. Want one?"

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"So…" Linda stretched the word out. "This is just a thought, but… you know, we've done a lot of stuff."

Here we go again.

"Can you turn me into ice? Not, you know, all of me." Linda considered. "Maybe just everything except my–" Brain. "–skeleton?"

What.

"Seriously?"

"I want to see what it's like." She nodded enthusiastically.

"Are you sure your brain hasn't melted already?"

"Well, not yet…" Linda gave her another one of those smiles, the ones she couldn't help but give in to. "Come on, you know you want to. Oh, but we were talking about the past. What exactly were you doing, all those evenings?"

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A/N: Maybe later.