"Normal, and boring. You would think that having fairytale characters around would make this city unique and fun and full of life but no, it's another generic little town that doesn't have an ounce of grandeur"
she mumbled, rolling her eyes. Indeed, she expected more, but we had to admit that her expectations of madness and sublimity were very high. Wonderland radiated madness, but also excitement and fieriness and ardor. Storybrooke, on the other hand, was like bread with nothing accompanying it, bland and tedious. It was a change she had not yet fully adjusted to, but she could not change where she was now, so she would try to blend in with the plebs. "Wonderland is... a mixture of colors. It's madness mixed with liberality and splendour, but also added with a few spoonfuls of stupidity and folly"
She wasn't sure how to describe her home, and she doubted that anyone could explain Wonderland with excruciating detail, specifying every little thing... it was just difficult.
"That's exactly what I think, but you know, people are a little too busy with the curses and disappearances to worry about planning a party that could help us vent a little, get rid of the tension that's weighing on our shoulders," she finally found someone who understood her feelings. Planning and organizing a party would take dedication and hard work, that she knew, but it would be an effective way to clear the minds of many of the potential guests. A smile lit up her face when Freya called her cute, a small compliment that stroked her self-esteem. "Aw, thank you. You should have seen me in my true form!" People usually didn't think of dormouse as cute. Of course, every animal seemed adorable and helpless behind a screen, but when they were in front of you, all those feelings faded away.
Gwen considered Freya's offer, stealing discreet, fleeting glances at the counter, where the bartenders seemed to be busy doing, well, their job. They probably wouldn't mind if she took an early, short break. Besides, Freya was right, the place was deserted. "Okay, you've convinced me, but if I get fired, our friendship will only have grown," she joked, taking a seat next to the woman. She could have gone and made herself a drink, but if she got caught getting drunk on the job for the umpteenth time she would get into trouble. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, if in return I get information about you, blue."