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It was a point of amusement. The Buckley's laugh about it often enough, though Robin's laugh freezes in her throat half the time. Everyone has a million confusions between elves and fae, and half the time resolve that it's the elves that view themselves as above people, above play. The don't know how cold the fae are to them, don't realise all those stories of people joining the fae are worse than the history of slavery between humans, because the people fae takes very emotions are no longer their own to feel. No pain or anger over the situation because when a fae tells a human to smile and be merry they have no choice but to be so, no matter the thoughts fighting to be heard through the orders. The become toys only given the freedom to think for the fae to watch the pain as it's taken away even as the humans fight to free themselves.
Since joining the humans school Robin had hated it, and she'd only been sent there because, as her parents said, they could get some new toys from the children she invites over for play dates. No children were ever invited and she actually started to understand people as individuals worth everything for the wonderful ways they saw differently than fae did.
So she hates it even more when her parents say she has to get herself a toy to practise for her future fae relationships.
It gives her an excuse to get a job though, which leads her to Scoops Ahoy, the only ice cream parlour in the country, she guessed, that still insisted on iron ice cream scoops instead of stainless steel. Any time she was at work she had protection from her parents meddling so long as she kept her grip entirely on the handle. Robin claimed to her parents that it let her meet more people to decide who looks good enough to be her toy, kept the illusion up.
She just wished the Russians didn't share Scoops Ahoys weird reluctance to more away from iron as a primary metal in their builds. Some of her fae powers, maturing as they still were, would have been really useful down in that bunker.