"Excellent!" said Finn, obviously relieved. "Thank you! Talk about down to the wire... OK, so just a few formalities. Are you up for it?"
"Sure, why not?" said Kayla, imagining a parade or a reception or something. That would be cool, even if the title wasn't.
"No time to lose, then," said Finn. He clapped his hands and Kayla found herself floating a foot off the pavement, reclining at a comfy angle.
"Hey!" she complained, just because. She struggled against whatever was holding her up, but she wasn't going anywhere.
"Well you're the one who wanted to wear wings!" Finn teased. "It's just a little pre-inspection, Kayla, take it easy."
Finn waved his hands around some more, and Kayla's pink Chucks obediently unlaced themselves and dropped off her feet, making her groan.
"If you actually do it, I'm going to scream until Christmas," said Kayla, monotonous with disbelief.
"As if it matters," said Finn, sounding a little disappointed. He picked up one of her shoes and strained to hold it near Kayla's nose.
"Quit!"
"No, take a whiff!" said Finn, annoyed. "Nothing! It's completely boring!"
Kayla did have a sniff, wrinkling her nose. Her shoe smelled more like warm canvas than sweaty foot, but it was a little bit stinky. What did he expect?!
"It's not either boring!" said Kayla. "Give me a break, that's more than stinky enough!"
"I remember when kids' feet really used to stink!" Finn complained, sounding weirdly like her dad. Kayla burst out laughing. "A good laugh, anyway. That's a plus. I have to see if there's anything else to work with, here."
Finn snapped his fingers, and Kayla felt her spangly pink tights unknitting themselves at the toes.
"Hey, don't!" Kayla cried. "I bought those myself, and..."
"Will you relax?" Finn said, exasperated, as Kayla's tights rolled up and doughnutted around her knees. "Oh, and a French pedicure, even! Perfect! I hope you went with the paraffin foot dip, too!"
"Just because I actually take care of my feet..." Kayla started.
"Oh, shut up," said Finn, and Kayla's mouth magically obeyed. She scowled and muttered as angrily as she could. "You might be more sensitive, though. Not a requirement, but it makes things interesting."
Finn started tickling Kayla's feet (wisely zapping her legs with partial paralysis, or he would have landed on the next block), just giving them a once-over. Kayla dropped her wand, squealing in her throat and squirming around as much as she was allowed to. Finn kept it up for a few seconds, letting her mouth go at the end to properly sample Kayla's hysterics. She didn't disappoint.
"I thought this was about my feet being stinky, not ticklish!" said Kayla, miffed, once she'd caught her breath. Her tights rolled back down and reknitted themselves, and her shoes hopped back on her feet and laced up. Finn dropped her out of hover, and she stooped to retrieve her wand.
"It's all part of the package," said Finn, still not too happy with Kayla's qualifications. "You're ticklish, but no toe jam. Disappointing."
"Ewww!" said Kayla, secretly pleased by the whole revolting turn of events. She picked her candy bag back up, since it looked like Finn was about to give her some marching orders.
"Alright, first off I'd like to apologize Ms. Kayla," said Finn, "I'm just doing what's been done for a long time around here. Please forgive my manners my Queen." The goblin then bowed at Kayla's feet.
"Uhhh... ok," said Kayla.
"Thank you, milady," said Finn, "now since you are our new Queen, I was hoping you would let all my goblin clan refresh by..."
Finn then asked his new "Stink Queen" if the goblins could...
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