She had agreed to meet Stan for lunch. While he said he was going to behave, Corvina didn’t actually know what Stan behaving was like. Not only that, but he was here, of course, with his father. With the Carnival. Just the thought of the place caused her to tense up. She had few fond memories of the place, and Stan had managed to ensure she had a few very unpleasant ones.
Yet here she was, ready to go out for lunch, and even hanging her decision on whether or not to attend the Carnival on Stan and his behaviour. It was ridiculous. Part of her wanted to believe he was sorry for locking her up, for insulting her, for leaving her stranded, for any of the dozens of tricks he’d pulled…….but the greater part of her, the part used to dolls threatening to kill her and closets creaking open in the night, was trying to prepare for new ones.
She was laying on the couch, asking herself if she enjoyed self-torture when the knock on the door came. She was up in an instant, though she stopped and glared at the door before crossing the room to open it. She had warned him not to pull anything. She only hoped he’d listen. Corvina opened the door, and looked up. She was shorter than him by about a foot. Wonderful. She was really going to be able to intimidate him.
Now, after all this time, what should she say? This was one instance where Corvina regretted her lack of social skills.