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[kitchen_maid]

Meg and Amy are sitting at a table, surrounded by piles of large gingerbread cookies. Some of the cookies are a little burned, some are quite underbaked, and some (and Lord only knows how they managed this) are both. The cookies are rather improbably shaped like rolling pins, tea kettles, toasters, frying pans, and egg beaters.

Amy has an icing tube and is very neatly writing with bright pink icing (which smells alarming like grapefruit) on each cookie:

Meg & Amy Cordully Invite You
To Keep Us From Cooking
Satourday, In The Kitchen


She's then handing the cookies to Meg, who has a bowl of lime green glitter, with which she is festooning each one, for that certain je ne sais quoi.

Derry is also decorated (though not so neatly) with pink icing and green glitter, and is sitting under the table, chattering happily to Simon Perryvall and Mr. Pemberthy. This may or may not have something to do with taking over the world.

Come say hello. You know you want to know what's going on.



[OOC: Tagging will most likely get you two very cheerful girls and a barely edible invitation to a party to be slowtimed this weekend. If you know either Meg or Amy, assume you're invited, but come say hello anyway. If you don't, well, this is a perfect time to meet them.]

Comments

[venusadept_2]

There's really only one thing Felix can say to such a sight. Therefore, he says it:

"???"

[balletrat]

*Meg, alas, does not speak question mark.

But she does give him a cheerful smile.*

Hi!

[venusadept_2]

It's not just question marks. In the right situations he's been known to speak in ellipsises, exclamation marks, and combinations.

"Hello. What is this?"

[kitchen_maid]

"They're gingerbread cookies," says Amy.

Well, they're meant to be gingerbread cookies.

She selects a rolling pin and offers it to him.

"This is Meg, and I'm Amy."

[venusadept_2]

Felix looks Dubious. This could be because the gingerbread cookies he knows have been bird-shaped and unadorned. Still, he takes the cookie.

"Felix of Vale, Venus Adept." He nods to each of them.

[the_antiangst]

"...Do I even want to ask?"

[balletrat]

. . . I don't know, *Meg says, glancing up from the cookie she's currently icing, and giggles.* Does that count as asking?

[the_antiangst]

"More than likely. Never did know what's good for me."

[kitchen_maid]

"Would you like a cookie?" Amy asks, selecting an only slightly burned tea kettle with an excessive amount of glitter, and offering it to Angel.

"We're having a party. To keep us from cooking."

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, passing by, gives Meg a chilling look (he doesn't give one to Amy). "Consider yourselves invited out of the Kitchen."

[balletrat]

We already got Bernard's permission, *Meg says, looking up, and gives him an extra-bright smile.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"Bernard doesn't cook the dinners on Saturdays. I do."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks up from the cookies.

"Well, it's a very big kitchen. I'm sure it'll be all right."

[river_meimei]

Derry gets a curious glance from a passing River.

"You missed a spot," she tells Meg seriously.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks down at her cookie, and then lifts it up to inspect.*

. . . it looks all right to me, *she says, doubtfully, and then grins a little sheepishly at River.*

- bonjour, aussi.

[river_meimei]

"Not there," River says, genially impatient.

"On her head."

"Hi."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks down at the toddler.

"Well, I'm sure she'll get around to it. Probably."

She offers River a cookie shaped like a toaster. There's a bit of eggshell sticking out of it, but only a bit.

"Hello, River. Cookie?"

[nita_callahan]

A paper airplane lands on the table, narrowly missing the frosting.

Wonder where it came from.

[balletrat]

*Meg has done this before!

Giggling, she picks up the paper airplane, considers, and sends it towards a serious-looking man who just walked in.

He looks like he could use some paper airplanes in his life.*

[theravenboy]

"I do not know what you two are up to, but I am sure it is frightening," says Bran Davies, examining the baked goods through his sunglasses.

[kitchen_maid]

"We're having a party," says Amy, offering him a very glittery and somewhat burned egg beater cookie. "It's not frightening at all. Well, the cookies are a little scary, perhaps. But the party won't be."

A very bright smile.

"Hello, Bran. How are you?"

[theravenboy]

Bran holds the cookie gingerly between thumb and forefinger. "I hope the party is less scary than this. Not to offend you, or anything." He smiles back, but it may be noticeable that he has avoided answering the question.

[balletrat]

Don't worry, *Meg assures him, hastily.* The party is to stop us from cooking. Which makes attending practically a public service, which means that you're nearly obligated to attend.

*Meg has noticed.

She's holding off on pressing, for now - possibly since Bran's holding a near-toxic weapon in his hand. But she noticed.*

[blankslatelogan.livejournal.com]

For reason of diminishing target pool, the poor, battered airplane (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/10694229.html?thread=442673749#t442673749) has returned. From somewhere else this time.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks at it, picks it up (leaving smears of grapefruit-flavored frosting on it) and holds it out to Meg.

"It's back," she says, amused, and then tosses it randomly across the bar.