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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

[river_meimei]

River has never met Will. I wonder why.

So she grins too, but it's confused, and just in reaction to Meg's laugh.

[kitchen_maid]

"But the cows and the frogs got turned back into people? Somehow? Because I'm not kissing any frogs. I refuse. That sort of thing gets you married."

[river_meimei]

"He's not available."

There is a suppressed shudder to go along with that, and the look of horror is back.

"It's not a requirement."

[balletrat]

Who was it who got frogged, anyways? *Meg asks, curiously.* I hadn't heard about that one -

[river_meimei]

"Jubal Early."

That? That is satisfaction.

One might even say smugness.

"It suits him."

[kitchen_maid]

The name means nothing to Amy, either as a general or a bounty hunter.

"Is he still a frog?" she asks.

[river_meimei]

River's face shifts from entirely too cheerful to deeply sulky.

[balletrat]

- oh, I met him! *Meg says, startled.*

- not for long, though; my father didn't like him much.

*After a quick look at River's face:* I'm . . . guessing that's justified?

[river_meimei]

"He hurts folk. Took the job for it."

Sullen: "Made a better frog."