Fawn can be a little dense

Jill and I were playing fairies this morning. She was Rosetta, I was Fawn.

Rosetta: "I'm going to fly up to my secret hideout. I want to be by myself."
Fawn: "Secret hideout? Is it up high someplace?"
Rosetta: "It's way up in the clouds."
Fawn: "Neat! I'd like to see a secret hideout in the clouds. Can I come?"
Rosetta: "No. I want to be by myself."
Fawn: "Oh. What about tomorrow? Can I come then?"
Rosetta: "No. Listen to my words...'secret'...'hideout.'"