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Anoia had figured out, with a bit of poking and a bit of twisting and just a little bit of sticking, how to make the powerful box of curses all stick to the silver corkscrew pendant she'd been given for christmas.

She was considerably brighter, almost glowing really, her hair braided up and looped around the top of her head, dotted here and there with confetti, her apron was much the same, and even despite the braid her hair was still attempting to spring free and curl.

She had enough energy to keep her going for a good long while, and was quite likely handing out drawer-sticking impliments willy-nilly, go talk to her, you'll probably get a zesting wrench, or a musical potato peeler, or a pair of sporkpliers, or at the very least a cookie.

(~~lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes solid, then~~ patchy ~~at least~~ until I get home, if patchy and/or slowtime is good for you, g'head and tag ^^ )

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"Greetings and salutations!"

The Hank McCoy is there and smiling.

Anoia was grinning outright, it was a wonder her face didn't hurt from it really, considering just how long she'd been doing it, "Hello!"

It wasn't loud so much as simply overexhuberant.

he grins.

"Hello, fair one. How are you? You look... amazing!"

And cue the even brighter grin, "Thanks! It was my Hogswatch present from the wizard!"

She won't need to worry about belief for... well, ever at this rate.

(and the patchy slowtime commences)

He smiles, and swallows some coffee.

"Ah, what was a present? Your shininess?"

(slowtime is fine)

She nodded, the ends of her braid bouncing against her ears, curly as anything, "It was a whole box full of curses and death threats."

He grins, delighted to see her in such spirits.
His eyebrows rise.

"Wow. that's... something. And this helps you?"

She nodded rapidly, hair still bouncing, "Oh yes! The swearing when drawers get stuck is where I get most of my power, and the curses and the death threats are even better. The threats are the best ever!"

He chuckles at her enthusiasm.

"Well, then I am glad. You deserve such good things."

he smiles.

"I didnt get you much, just this..."

He hands over a small package. Inside are several pounds of corkscrew shaped chocolate.

She blinked twice, then laughed aloud, shaking her head "Where did you find such a thing?"

On the Disc, novelty chocolates weren't really anything anyone thought about, except for parties, and even then they were simple things, squares and circles and sometimes hearts.

"Made em. They were fun!"

He grins.

She laughed once more, fishing around in an apron pocket before coming up with what appeared to be a plain wooden spoon, "This will un-stick any drawer, just give it a good hard whack."

She paused, "It can also be used as a spoon of course, or maybe a tiny paddle, or perhaps a rather odd drumstick, or a small gardening shovel, or a door wedge, or a table shim, or lots of things really, but it's best for un-sticking drawers."

he smiles and bows his ehad.

"My thanks, Lady Anoia."

he grins.

"It sounds delightful."

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