Ah... That's right, I remember you mentioned you weren't alive.
I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
Don't worry, Miss Luna! You're still a person without your clothes, just like I'm still a Pomeranian without my fur coat! We can ask Miss Peach to fix this!
[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?
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I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
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[ the lamp stops bouncing for a moment at her last words, before extending its neck in her direction. a closer look, somehow...? ]
Oh, I see! So all your clothes fell off! Were they too dirty or something?
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I have... sort of a second layer of "clothes". It's what looks like my skin, and what makes me look like a... a person.
It, um... it broke and fell apart. And I don't have another one. That's why I look like this.
[Ah. She glances towards the wings on her back, and then sighs.]
Um... besides these. These are... um. New.
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[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?