As sweet as it was, the implications Sam made to tell Ainsley that she was pretty went right over her head. By right over, it probably hit the moon, or even Hypnos. He may not have known how to compliment girls yet but she didn't know how to understand the hidden message in a sentence yet. She did understand the more clear message he gave her: she had to be scary.
"Something scary," she thought out loud.
She would really have to think on that. What was really scary? What would make her jump if it appeared at her door in the dark? There was absolutely only one answer to that and it hit her like a light bulb. She needed to be a dragon! A mighty, princess kidnapping dragon! She didn't know if she had it in her to be a dragon though. They were just so scary. They were massive, and even knights couldn't always defeat them and Camelot wouldn't always be there to save her. What if the costume ate her? It was too horrible of a thought to think of.
"I-I understand," she murmured. Her voice a little shaky from the idea of crawling, quite literally, into the belly of a dragon to dress up for Halloween. It would be new to her, but then again, any sort of Trick-or-Treating experience would be. Her mother wasn't exactly the type of woman who would take her daughter out to get candy from strangers when she could buy it for less than half the hassle. Her daughter's smile? Worthless when compared to walking around for a couple hours. Perhaps someday she would regret never spending quality Halloween time with her daughter but it hadn't hit her yet.
"Only as a princess," she replied. And only in her house.
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