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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is on a mission from... well, herself. She is going to find out what the hell actually cursed Puck (this time) if it kills her because a) it can't kill her, she's already dead and b) she has a sneaking fondness for her faeke husband and genuinely wants to help.

However.

Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.

The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)

Approach at your own risk.


[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).

ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.

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[awesome_lilly]

"Yes!"

Lilly is really good at sounding more confident than she feels. Then she ruins it.

"Somewhere."

There is frantic rummaging. And the occasional surreptitious glance at the aforementioned rack.

[young_tmriddle]

He puts his head in his hands, racking his brain for any kind of spell that might reverse this quickly without anyone else finding out.

He most certainly does not feel himself up a moment later because, hello, rack! One does not have this opportunity every day, unless you hassle with Polyjuice potion.

"Lilly???? Please say you know what to do."

[awesome_lilly]

"Um."

The thing is, she does? But people might not like it. (People = Door.)

"So, good news. There's totally a cure. And, in what would be great news if you were single... it involves us making out."

For science.

[young_tmriddle]

"Making... out?"

Does it count as cheating if you're not in your regular body? Especially if it's to regain your body?

He's a fucking Slytherin. The end justifies the means.

"How much making out?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Enough?"

Lilly sighs.

"All I know is, I pop a mint, we kiss, we swap back. I'm not sure how long, how much tongue, any of that but I'm assuming it's about average?"

Depending on your definition of average, of course.

[young_tmriddle]

Fuck. On the one hand, kissing Lilly is not a hardship. On the other, well, KISSING Lilly.

It's for a cure. Door will have to forgive him.

"All right. Let's do it."

[awesome_lilly]

"Okay."

Lilly grabs a mint.

"As soon as this goes in my mouth, commence kissing. As soon as you feel like a man again, you can stop. Shouldn't be too hard, right?"

Hah. She said- never mind.

"Here goes!"

[young_tmriddle]

Yes, yes she did.

Lilly tastes delightfully minty. Tom would be a liar to admit the kiss wasn't pleasant, but it's only a kiss.

"I think that did it," he says a moment later, and he is no longer squeaky. Or female.

Ah, brilliant, his suit fits again.

[awesome_lilly]

"I would like everyone to note that my experiments have netted at least one positive result," Lilly announces... to the bar at large?

And completely neglects to mention how she also sort of caused the problem in this one.

"See, I'm totally awesome at this."

[young_tmriddle]

"You are, indeed, exceptional."

The sarcasm drips from his tongue. It's fond sarcasm! But, uh, yeah.

[awesome_lilly]

"Duh."

Lilly is only too willing to ignore the sarcasm and seize upon the essential truths below.

But she will also take the fondness.