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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.]

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[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.

[balletrat]

Nice to meet you! *Meg says, with a grin.*

Er - I'm of Paris, and she's of - somewhere whose name I can't pronounce, if that's helpful. Also you might not want to eat that.

[venusadept_2]

"Not very helpful, I'm afraid. Is that why it says to keep you from cooking?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Phantasmorania," says Amy, "though that's probably not helpful either."

She looks at the cookies.

"Well, yes. We're persistant, but not very good, you see. So we're inviting people to the kitchen on Saturday to keep us from cooking. Like a party."

[venusadept_2]

"Persistent is often the first step to good. I'm afraid I don't see how having others in the kitchen would prevent you from cooking, though."

[OOC: I ought to get some sleep. Slowtime?]

[balletrat]

Well, *Meg explains,* it's 'cause, first of all, other people will distract us, right?

And, second of all - well, if other people are cooking, we won't be able to use the oven.

*She smiles angelically.*

[OOC: *grins* Is fine]

[venusadept_2]

"Ah. Unless, of course, there are many ovens. But are you really persistent enough that you need to be prevented? After all, you don't seem to be cooking now." He looks around suspiciously, though with a grin.

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, but we are," says Amy, waving one hand at the cookies and the icing and the glitter, and leaving a pink streak of frosting on her forehead as she brushes her hair out of her eyes with the other.

"Presentation and decoration are critical parts of finishing any food, don't you see?"

[venusadept_2]

"Ah." Pause. "Then I suspect you'd be disappointed if you traveled with my group. Particularly Garet: if it's edible, he's likely to eat it. Adventuring doesn't leave much time for worrying about the appearance of food."