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milliways_bar2006-01-25 11:25 pm
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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.]
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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*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.*
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She gives Bran an appraising sort of look.
"Can you cook?"
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And, you know, you don't look starving, *she adds, giving him a mock-appraising look.* Which says something about your skills -
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Much less angst-ridden than the last party she threw wound up being for him.
We hope . . .
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His mun hopes so too.
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I mean. It's going to take everyone we've got to keep us really away from the oven.
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"It's quite sad, really," she says. "We're too persistent for our own -- or anyone else's -- good."
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*She holds a half-iced cookie out to demonstrate, proudly.*