Narcissus in Chains Chapter Forty Nine

Welp, here we go.

Anita natters on about J.C.'s curtains. They are "...like a huge fairytale tent." 

Now that is some low effort bullshit right there. What does that even mean? Fairies from what mythology? Irish, Vietamese? What? And what sort of things are fairies supposed to like? I can grasp that she probably means gauzy and floaty, but for god's sake. She fritters away every opportunity