8th Feather: Droned

[angel_of_junk]

Good morning everyone! What a wonderful and beautiful day it is today! I think I'm going to go for a walk after breakfast, so please join me out there!

*Suigintou is back, but so very droned. You might meet her eating breakfast, skipping down the road, or playing in the park*

Comments

[convallariaceae]

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[angel_of_junk]

Hmm, is someone there? Don't be shy, you can talk to little Suigintou!

[convallariaceae]

I'm not sure I'd like to.

[angel_of_junk]

Mrs. Sunohara? Why wouldn't you want to talk to me? You are such a sweet mother. I love your cookies!

[convallariaceae]

I'm sure you do.

[angel_of_junk]

Is there something wrong Mrs. Sunohara? You don't sound has happy as you normally do.

[convallariaceae]

I'm perfectly fine child, just tired.

[angel_of_junk]

Really? I hope you feel better soon. As our den mother, you need to be in tip top shape!

[convallariaceae]

...what on earth is a "den mother?"

[angel_of_junk]

You're so silly. It means you are our girl scout leader!

[convallariaceae]

[The cookies.]

Oh, that's right, silly me.

Did we have any boxes of cookies left over from the sale?

[angel_of_junk]

I think we have one box left.

[convallariaceae]

Hmm..I should probably take that box, for safe keeping.

Where do you live again?

[angel_of_junk]

I live at 1252 Williams Street. I'll see if I can have some Milk ready.

[convallariaceae]

I'll be there in a moment.

[The thought of more girlscout cookies permeates her mind as she makes a rather quick dash to the address mentioned, soon knocking on the door.]

[angel_of_junk]

*Suigintou answers, holding a box of Mint Cookies*