"No," I said, "you may not have a facial scar. If you insist on disfigurement, at least come up with a more original kind."
She folded her arms and said, "Oh, but wait until you see how I get the facial scar."
So we wrote that scene for a while, but then I trumped her by sending the Royal Physician in to patch her up. Now she's arguing with the Royal Physician about getting to keep her scar, while he patiently points out to her that the scar she thinks is cool when she's thirteen might not be as pleasing to her later. She'll acquiesce--the Royal Physician is very persuasive--but she'll have many occasions over the course of her life to think about the scar she doesn't have.
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