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Ginevra is dressed in a simple, timeless pale blue dress that would be at home in most places, from Gondor to San Francisco to Corruscant.

Socks and shirt are not in evidence, and she would probably find it very impolite to be asked about underpants.

"What are you going to do with the shoelaces?" she asks. She knows children; she's got a son himself. He's a bit too young to dress up as anything scary yet, but she understands the childlike mindset that leads to doing such things.

"For Joe." If Ginevra's son ends up even remotely like these three when he is their age, she will give up before even trying to understand his mindset.

And for impoliteness, they would have asked if they had thought of it. But they tend to forget underpants.

Ginevra's son might, in fact, do with more dressing up as scary things as he grows up. That would lighten his mood considerably, poor fellow. But Ginevra doesn't know that yet.

"Who is Joe?" she asks, patiently.

Does he want three little friends? They can entertain him! Really!

"Joe is the man doll we're making. We need clothes to stuff. We've got the stuffing." The little skeleton that is speaking motions to the Tub behind him. There are various things in Tub including but not limited to a puffskein, a scorpion and demon bunny butts.

Ginevra doesn't ask what they are making the doll for; you don't ask kids such things. They are making a life-sized doll because they are making a life-sized doll.

Ginevra turns to the bar and asks for a colourful shirt.

She gets a loudly checkered one, green and purple and orange.

"Would you like that for your doll?" she says, offering it to the triplets.

Her little son, by the way, would most likely not be scared - he's got a lion, and anything stranger than him would have been such a relief. Unfortunately, no such thing is ever going to happen, and the very quiet and serious end result of it all can occasionally seen in the bar under the name of

of_all_blood. ~~Bloody Milliways, we need to invent new tenses - what hasn't happened yet for Ginevra is long past for Cynric.~~

~~*agrees wholeheartedly*~~

"That's alright." The Triplets take it, pass it around and each nod. Then the little devil takes out his lighter and burns a hole in the armpit.

"What was that for?" Ginevra asks, watching with interest and amusement as part of the garment is burned.

She suspects that the answer is going to entertain her for a long time.

"Because that part wasn't burned. It should have been. It needed burning." As if burning makes everything better.

It does tend to make everything better.

"Ah, yes," Ginevra says, nodding slowly.

She accepts the childlike logic a bit dazedly; Cynric isn't that far along yet. But there is no point in arguing, is there?

She so doesn't point out that the other parts aren't burnt, either, and also doesn't try to imagine how armpit burning might occur naturally.

Ginevra hasn't even been to HalloweenTown. Luckily enough for her, probably.

Barrel takes the shirt and rips in a few pieces and Shock takes the pieces and lays them in Tub.

"I think we need a needle and thread."

"You probably do," Ginevra says, drily.

Well, it might be how they do it on those kids' world. Or it might be right just according to those kids' logic.

In any case, she smiles at all three again, and wanders off before she has to abosrb any weirder notions. This is enough for one night.

[[OOC: Also, the mun must sleep - thanks for the RP!!]]

The three don't notice her slipping away. They're too busy trying to figure out how to get something pointy from the bar.