Fae: “Greetings, Mortal. I am here to strike a Bargain.” Me: “Is this about my car insurance?” Fae: “…no.” Me: “Cleaning the gutters?” Fae: “What? No!” Me: “Nigerian prince?” Fae: “I am the Lord of Constellations, keeper of the Chalice of Cuchulainn who…” Me: “I’m in.”
