"Marian," Sofia announced, barging into the clinic without so much as a how-do-you-do, "I don't need you to do something for me."
Marian hopped down from her stool next to the cauldron, shouldering her syringe. "Gotcha, gotcha. What do you need? Medicine? Are you sick? Oh, do you need a shot?" She brandished the syringe, causing Sofia to clutch her parasol and take a few steps back.
"Yes," she said, and Marian intuited from her put-off expression that this was still opposite-speak. "But I have a very important job for you."
"I'm all ears," Marian promised.
Sofia nodded and held up the bundle she'd been carrying. She shook it out to reveal some sort of...
Well, it kind of looked like it used to be a vegetable, but...
"I don't need you to eat this bikini." Sofia declared.
Marian stared at her. "That's not a bikini. That's a radish that you murdered."
"It's not one of Evelyn's creations," Sofia said with the sort of grimness that was usually reserved for someone describing a fantastically powerful enemy. "And I would like to keep it around for as long as possible, so please eat it quickly. Beach Day is soon and I want everyone in town to see this."
"Yeah, I get you," Marian muttered, and somehow she did get it, opposite-speak and all. "Okay, I can do that. But, uh, why'd you come to me and not Collette?"
She was taken aback when Sofia looked suddenly bashful. "Well... you hate vegetables. I assumed you would hate this as well. And I wanted to give you something terrible."
"Oh... okay," She hadn't been expecting that and couldn't quite think of a proper response. "Well... hand it over, I guess, and I'll go ahead. Maybe I can stew it or something..."
Sofia handed the... bikini... over with a smile, which Marian was able to return despite the utter weirdness of the situation.