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River is perched on a barstool, happily sipping... something. It's very pink. And fizzy, and equipped with a curly straw and a small plastic monkey.

Even the monkey is pink.

(River's wearing brown -- her long coat -- and shades of yellow. The contrast of colors is something Kaylee and Wash would both approve of.)

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River, predictably, goes cross-eyed to watch its purple wings slowly beat against the air.

Harold points at her nose.
"But-fly! Pwetty!"

The elephant trumpets again. He aparently does not like being ignored. The monkey swings on the elephant's trunk.

"Got the markings," River agrees very softly, still beaming.

She's too preoccupied by the butterfly to have noticed the elephant's trumpeting yet, or at least to have interpreted it as a call for attention. Her hands are resting on the table, though, in easy reach.

The elephant is eying the Pink! tree in front of him. It should be down, yes. With a loud trumpet he rams into it, knocking it over.

The monkey jumps all over his back wildly. There's a Pink! sea! Run!

The elephant turns and stampedes away from the approaching Pink! drink lava juice of dooooom.

River jumps, eyes wide and startled and hands flying up in a defensive jerk, and stares at her overturned drink. It spreads in a pink bubbling puddle all over the bartop. Trickles leak off, splashing her bare toes and the floor.

If River were sensible, she'd be grabbing for napkins. Instead, she watches wide-eyed and worried.

Harold is too young to be sensible.
"Fall. Wet." He nods.
His overalls are getting pink dots on them, which he thinks is very amusing. He points at them. "Pi'k!"

The elephant, now at the edge of the Pink lava madness sniffles the drink with his trunk. mm. fruity.
Meet Trunk the Vaccum!

The puddle becomes smaller.

"Ran away," says River very softly to the puddle, and watches both it and the elephant.

The elephant is apparently enjoying the puddle very much. It's much better than water! He's concentrating very hard on slurping the fruity not water-y goodness up.

The monkey, on the other hand, has gotten bored, and well, that is dangerous. He hops off the elephant's back and jumps into the puddle. The puddle splatters pink dots. The monkey blinks. Then he jumps again - higher. More splatter! Ooh, this is fun.

River stifles a giggle, and glances at Harold.

Harold sticks a finger in the pink stuff. If the elefant likes it can't be all that bad, right?
Harold tries it.

"Oooh! It good!! Like.

Elefant like too." He points.

"...and monkey, think."

The butterfly has disappeared in the confusion.

It's strawberry ice cream in raspberry soda, with a splash of grenadine. Which basically means that it's vaguely fizzy, strongly berry-flavored, and very very sweet.

"Made of pink," River says happily, and looks around for the butterfly. She spots it on a rafter, and tilts her head back to watch.

Harold dips his hand in the pink and turns around in the stool to face a large white dog that River might not have been able to see before.

The butterfly on the rafters slowly, line by line, disappears. It's like it's going back in time from when Harold drew it.

Harold offers the pink hand to the dog, who licks it. Harold giggles wildly. It tickles!

The now pink monkey is still playing, and the bloated looking elephant is wobbling a bit.

River watches the butterfly silently, and a little sadly, until it's gone.

(Butterflies. They're yours now, sister.)

"Stop," she whispers. "Rewind."

(Yes.)

Eventually, Harold's giggling catches her attention, and she looks over with a small smile.

Harold notices River's look. He points at the dog.
"Snowball!"

River peers at the dog, somewhat disconcerted.

[OOC: And brain is dying -- mind slowtime or fade?]

[OOC: Hee. Sounds good!]

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