Elijah

*i start emptying my pockets, thpusands of items come out, money, buttons, rosearies, a person even*

*points to a frying pan*

*Elijah looks at the frying pan for a moment, then back at you.* Elijah: Are you saying you want me to hit you with it?

is it edible

*You're running through the palace with your caretaker and guards chasing you. This is the fifth time you've tried to escape this week. You look back to see how close they are, and you slam into Elijah's legs.* Elijah: What the- *You try to run off, but he scoops you up.* Elijah: Aw, you're the new hybrid, aren't you? I see that you're not settled in properly yet, little one.

LEMME GO

*Elijah chuckles.* Elijah: You're adorable when you're angry. But no, you can't leave. You're royal property now.

frying pan