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“I dunno, it sure seems like it with all the pranking and teasing and now, uh, this… If he’s that glum over them not talking… I wonder what happened.”

He made a note toe ask Maebe, wondering if she’d finally dashed Taym’s hopes for good. But first, he was determined to have a spin at the wheel, the longer he spent in the room, the happier he felt. It was partly the effect of Joy, and partly the joy of having Ian’s hand in his as he pulled him excitedly over to the spinner. Shiloh loved games, and this one was no exception, even if it was just a game of chance.

With his free hand, he reached up, and spun the wheel, watching it and looking hopeful. “Something good, something good,” he chanted watching as the wheel slowed, the spinner ticking away.

“Oh.”

He held up the Get Well card to Ian, looking amused.

“I guess it’s appropriate, I’m going to give it to Maebe,” he grinned, bumping into Ian a little. “Your turn.”

Before Mimsy could get a better peek, a pale hand zipped out and pulled the tablecloth firmly shut again. "You'll let the light in," the voice hissed, still taking a glum edge," I deserve only darkness. I have failed... and I will rot here in my grave. There is only darkness left for me, crawling under my skin. Nobody understands me...everything I do is ignored......."

At this point, everything but Linkin Park music was playing in the background.

Startled by the sudden movement, Mimsy jerked her hand back, frowning curiously at the table.

"Well, that is entirely untrue," she scoffed. "I did not ignore you, did I? I even complimented you! If everything that you did truly did go ignored before now, we have just changed it. An improvement such as this is an important breakthrough - now you have set a precedent for more improvements."

She kneeled down and tugged on the cloth, as if she were ringing a doorbell with a rope pull.

"May I join you? I am fond of the dark. It makes me happy." It was impossible to tell if she could see her, but she smiled anyway. "It doesn't have to be a bad thing that you have earned the darkness, you know! Anyone who prefers the light would never understand that. Maybe you've been listening to the wrong people. Or maybe you should not be listening to people at all."

"Hate me the most? I have already earned a position of such significance?"

The questions were repeated in a slow, thoughtful monotone that made it difficult to determine her feelings on the matter. Thankfully, she cleared it up in the next instant.

"Fantastic!" This might have been a new record. Mimsy didn't seem too upset, because it still meant she was in the top percentile. Number one most hated. It was like winning an award, and she liked being rewarded for her excellence. There was nothing better (except maybe murdering someone for science's sake). "Unfortunately, I cannot grant you the same position with such immediacy. Perhaps over time!"

She would have been content to leave, had the voice's choice of words been slightly different. Instead, she folded her arms and stared at the tablecloth.

"Wait. No. I will not do gross human things. I don't like doing human things," she childishly grumbled. The nerve of her. "I like doing monster things."

How he managed to detach himself was a mystery to her. He sure was sly. Maybe it was the grease from not showering again..

Still holding up the mistletoe, she waved at him, tauntingly. At least up until the axe body spray came up. "Oh my God, Mark. If you spray me with that, I swear you'll regret it!"

"Oh," Mimsy mirrored, sitting back on her heels. "I have never met anyone else who does, to my knowledge. This island is populated by so many humans." That was not typically something that other people freely admitted. What a wonderful turn of events!

"No. Er...well." Her nose scrunched up as she paused to consider something. "Potentially. I am not certain. Are you? What is it? I think that I might like to be!"