Eliot: Where are you going, and why are you dressed like a goth survivalist? Alice: Fillory, just quick. Eliot: What’d you got there? Alice: Nothing. I did a thing; this is a byproduct. I just have to take care of it. Eliot: Alice, do you need help? You seem a little bit distressed. Alice: I’m fine. I just have to do it alone.
Eliot: Well, your subjects are rightly grateful. Margo: For sending that letter, a.k.a. that thing I totally didn’t do. You did. Eliot: Why split a hair? Let them bake cookies. Margo: Lie cookies? Eliot: It’s not a lie. You saved them through me, your advisor, acting on your behalf. Margo: Nice retcon. Eliot: Then as a wise king once said: ovary up. Let your subjects be inspired by a simple, uncomplicated story. That’s what the people want.