Parry was silent and sulking for most of the ride to the park. Going from an almighty Celestial living the high life in an inner city to a piddling little child had taken the wind out of his sails, but he also had to wonder if his constant fits were the result of his mind being altered by the charm, regressing him to a more childlike state, or if he was always that selfish. He wasn't sure if he could ask Rikive for her input, as they'd known each other less than a day and she was already pushing him around in a stroller.

[i]I'll ask her later[/i], Parry thought. [i]If I remember. If I'm normal.[/i]

The hedgerow in the park was a quaint thing, if out of the way. It was nestled beside a duck pond, a round circle of neglected rose bushes ringing a single tall oak in the center with a single entrance. 

The lone entrance was a deception for mortals though. The true entrance to the Fae realm was on the opposite side from the opening. 

As Parry and Rikive looked at the entrance that wasn't opening and Rikive suggested burning the whole thing down, Parry had to admit he liked the idea.

"On Midgard, there's a tradition of leaving a burning bag of dog poop on the front porch of someone you hate. We don't have a dog, but I can cook something up real quick." He snickered, but wouldn't willingly go that far. Not unless he was permanently transformed at least.

"But burning down the hedge wouldn't serve a purpose. It'd just lock us out and then. We'd have to ask-"

The rose hedges shifted, rustling a little bit as the leaves, thorns and twigs at the base of the hedgerow lifted up in a small arch. In the darkness beneath the hedges, high pitched laughter drifted out- menacing or playful, it was too hard to tell. Parry unbuckled himself from the stroller, plopped onto the ground, and peered inside.

The archway was big enough for Parry to walk through and for Rikive to crawl through. Through it, an unending tunnel of thorns and low hanging branches covered the dirt path, letting in just the barest hint of sunlight.

"Well," Parry said. "Small opening. Playful-and-or-murderous faeries inside- [b][i]HIC[/i][/b]!"

Parry's body shook with the force of the hiccup, sending him tumbling onto his back on the grass. When he stood up, he noticed how the clothes on his body fit a little looser. Just by a hair. But that was also extremely very not good.

"And we're on the clock. You wanna go first or me?"