[The feed flashes on to the closeup of a squirrel, with a ribbon tied around its neck. It seems to have turned the berry on, all by itself! What a smart squirrel. Oh, and look, there's another! And another, and another, and--
Oh god. The apartment is swarming with squirrels. This is terrifying. It's the squirrelpocolypse.
Suddenly, there's chattering off-screen, and all the squirrels stop to look off-screen. Then Doreen comes into the feed, hastily dressed in miss-matched clothes, hair still wet. She sheepishly smiles, picking up the berry.] Silly Tippie-Toe. Did you want to say hello to everyone?
Sorry about that, guys.
[Private to Val - later - text]
Val! They saod you could--- you habe to help! Your ym only hope!
A wolrd without squirrels istn a world worht living!!!!!
(ooc note for mods: while doreen would be willing to, i'd prefer the trade not to be for her tail or her squirrel communication, since they both contribute to her characterization of her feeling like an outcast. anything else is fair game though.)