The three ghosts tracked the sagging ink blot with their eyes, following the slow descent. The baby paint blot blinked huge eyes up at them. The three ghosts blinked back.
“Hmmm… you know, I’m pretty sure Vio’s got a good glamour spell. He could just… make our shades look like our regular selves. Then we wouldn’t freak Marie out or freeze her on accident.”
“Now that’s usin’ yer noggin!” Twilight praised. He then lifted his hat, where Buttercup had been hiding. “Hey Buttercup, think ya could get Vio fer us?”
The little luma saluted “Aye aye, captain!” and zipped off to places unknown.
Approximately ten minutes later, three magicked-into-not-freaky-looking-forms shades had scooped Inky onto a cot taken from the ink blot’s toolbox, and were either quietly patching the cracks in the general vicinity (they’d catch hell from Inky later, for sure, but the poor blot needed his rest and someone needed to do it) or were gently bouncing the baby paint spatter around while she giggled.
Snap.
Cat Slime got a good picture of Marie on a sleeping Repairman
Snap.
Of the Link ghosts hovering over her, keeping eye contact with her.
Snap.
Of Marie giggling as she was bounced by the glamoured ghosts.
He soon looked up from his photography, however, to squeak and ask if Marie was okay. She seemed like it, but it was good to make sure.
“Mi mi?”
“Meh! Meh mah!” Marie imitated Cat Slime, cheerfully.
And so Cat Slime gestured towards the ghosts, asking to come up to meet her.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 