"Maybe fairies can dance and make people sleep and turn them into frogs.  And witches fly on brooms!  Fairies have wings.  Its different."

If Edward was the oldest sibling in his family, then that meant he was the stinky one, along with his parents and teachers and constables.  But Mable didn't say that, because she knew Edward and she didn't think any of that was true at all.

His question made the girl sigh sadly.  "Pennsylvania."  She didn't even need to think about it.  "Back to the farm where I grew up on.  I - sometimes I forget how much I miss it, but I miss it so much."

Now more than ever.  She missed her brother, and she missed climbing trees and jumping from branch to branch, bathing in the creek and rolling down hills and eating wild berries.

"What about you?  Where would you go?"