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In walks a lovely, petite, vaguely hippie-looking woman. She's calling over her shoulder as she walks in. "Brook, honey, I don't know where the scuba mask is! Ask Pinecone. He had it last..." she trails off when she looks around and realizes this is not home.
But she's a woman who's used to expecting the unexpected and still maintaining perfect control, so instead of looking upset about this sudden change, she simply looks vaguely amused.
"Well," she says to the small cat nastled in her arms. "Where do you think this is, Mr. Sprinklecakes?" It certainly isn't the woods in the backyard.
Typist: I've been promising her for a long time now, and here she is. Leaf's mom, from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Unnamed in the show, so I've decided to go with Rain Coneybear. Have at.
But she's a woman who's used to expecting the unexpected and still maintaining perfect control, so instead of looking upset about this sudden change, she simply looks vaguely amused.
"Well," she says to the small cat nastled in her arms. "Where do you think this is, Mr. Sprinklecakes?" It certainly isn't the woods in the backyard.
Typist: I've been promising her for a long time now, and here she is. Leaf's mom, from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Unnamed in the show, so I've decided to go with Rain Coneybear. Have at.