#scarring vaggie is way waaaaay past that limit probably

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Are you SURE you still want to keep the spear, even AFTER Lute used it to stab you through the hand???"

Vaggie: (hugging spear) "Totally not the spear's fault, babe."

Charlie: "You're still cleaning your own blood off it!!"

Vaggie: "That's how you know it's a good spear. It did really good at the stabbing."

Charlie: "The stabbing of you, Vaggie. The one it stabbed? YOU!"

Vaggie: "And look, see- it left a nice neat hole, no tearing or ripping, hardly even any bruising. Know what that means, sweetie?"

Charlie: "Matching emotional and physical scarring?"

Vaggie: "It means I'm keeping it."

Charlie: "Fine! FINE!!!" (sigh) "Fine..."

Vaggie: "I'll stop checking how perfect the blade fits in my new hand hole though, if you want."

Charlie: "Thank you."

-later that night in bed-

Vaggie: (asleep)

Charlie: "...." (leans up to glare over vaggie at the spear propped up against vaggie's night stand) (whisper hissing)

Charlie: "You hurt her again and I BREAK you, okay!? I don't care WHAT you're made of- you'll be scrap metal by the time I'm finished. Slag, you got that? Ore goo! Unidentifiable metal mush! I love her and I've got the power of creation AND hellfire on my side. YOU are dispensable- to me anyway- SHE is NOT. Comprehende!?"

The Spear: (is a spear)

Charlie: "Good. Glad we had this chat."

Charlie: (snuggles back down with gf muttering about melting temperatures)