“Meta-ish? I don’t even know what that means. But if it’ll make you
leave me alone… I’ll try to remember.” Galanthus closed his eyes and
though about if he had hears or seen anything before the repairman
traipsed near his flower and woke him up. “Now that you mention it, I
remember someone else talking about a wall while I was dozing. That good
enough for you?”

“…Thank you,” the Repairman said, after briefly rolling his eyes. Sheesh. The fairy was a charming lil’ guy, wasn’t he?

“…Yeah, that would do it,” he finally said. Then, his eyes widened. “Wait, were they talking about building around here, or just about the Fourth Wall?”

He didn’t want a repeat of the cement misadventures, so he slapped a piece of tape over the new crack in the Wall. His face grew very serious as it moved closer to the fairy. In spite of himself, he was concerned for the guy.

“…Look, I don’t know why, but I know your snowdrop means a lot to you. If people are building around here, that could be a worse problem than me.”