No more shadow puppeting. Just straight puppeting from now on.
The Fairy Queen: In exchange for my babies, you want my bathtub?
Margo: You collect toes and eyeballs and you think that’s weird?
The Fairy Queen: Pardon me, but I’m a bit taken aback by this sudden curious act of extortion.
Eliot: Funny, we were taken aback by the floaters on spikes on the side of the road.
Margo: We thought you’d be alarmed by that, too, given you forced us into that alliance. So what’s it gonna be? Your bathtub? Or do we start making fairy and goat cheese omelettes.
The Fairy Queen: It’s a strange deal, even for me.
Margo: Right. I should be more specific. You’re giving your bathtub to the entire population of Fillory. We’re gonna make a fondue fountain out of it. It’ll be fun.
The Fairy Queen: And since I’ll have a deal with all Fillorians, everyone will then be able to see us.
Margo: I suppose you’re right.
Eliot: No more shadow puppeting. Just straight puppeting from now on.