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[immaculate_lore]

[Once upon a time there was a quiet, unused sitting room that dreamed of being something more. Each night before bed, it would ask the great Planning Committee to build a hallway right to its door, so it could be enjoyed like that cheeky sitting room near the courtyard. But alas, it feared its prayers would go unanswered until one day...]

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[cardio_swindle]

[Looking... Up?]

Well that's one way of doing things.

[immaculate_lore]

Well, you see, gravity and I had this little tiff. So I'm refusing to listen to it until it apologizes.

[A little screeching and a little scraping before a plate is successfully unbolted from the table]

Cookie?

[cursed_clown]

[Allen refills his tea and pours a third cup, but he resigned to hold it until their guest comes up.]

We will be waiting a while.

[cardio_swindle]

[At least he can walk on air to fetch the tea and cookie. Though for now he'll stay right way oriented.]

Not going to forgive it out of the goodness of your heart?

[immaculate_lore]

Ah, but that is the thing with powerful women, and I think gravity is a woman, forgive too much too fast, and she'll leave your for someone tall, dark and mysterious.

Someone like you perhaps, and I do so hate to lose.

[cursed_clown]

[Allen has no response but to choke on his tea and then face palm. This is why it is Lenalee's job to keep the three of them in line.]

[cardio_swindle]

[Settling down cross legged, mmm cookie and tea.]

Well I can't fault your taste, powerful women are worth the effort, but I'm afraid if your opponent is me you're destined to lose. [Focusing on Allen.] Oi lad, careful now.

[immaculate_lore]

As modest as ever.

[Wide armed gesture to the fact that good Sir Tyki is in fact sitting on thin air. A very handy trick.] But it seems you and gravity may already be seeing each other one the side.

Oh woe is me.

[cursed_clown]

[Gives a polite nod to Tyki and he coughs out the rest of the tea from his lungs.]

I thought we were doing this for the prank against Kanda. But we can scratch that one off the list. I liked the marbles and duck tape one better.

[Enjoy that food while you can, Tyki. Three out of five planning sessions over meals end up in food fights.]

[cardio_swindle]

My modesty is one of my many good traits. I'm sure you'll find a woman who suits you, eyepatch. [Oh he is enjoying it, and helping himself to more. Though he wouldn't object to a good foodfight. Not enough of those around it seems like. Maybe just because he never sees Skinn and the Twins eating at the same time in this place.]

So what are you two planning?

[immaculate_lore]

Your faith is me puts my mind at ease, Lord of the Butterflies.

[And from his bag of holding, Lavi dumps out bottles and bottles of spray-on hair color] We're discussing on whether actually using these or igniting them would be more appropriate for April Fool's Day.

Among other things.

[cursed_clown]

[Allen will start arranging them in color order, or glue them down in color order.]

We don't have enough for both, so it is either one or the other. But soap in the fountain has always been one of the yearly traditions.

[cardio_swindle]

[Ignoring the butterfly crack. Ignoring it forever. Going to steal one of those bottles to look at to figure out what it even is.]

Ah. Use them. There's plenty of other things to set fire to laying around.

I don't suppose you've switched out all the shampoo with various substances yet?

[immaculate_lore]

Tsk. Tsk. Timing is everything, my good Tyki. If we start out plans rolling too soon, it will all be for naught.

[cursed_clown]

That and we'd be dead during the first if someone figured it out.

[cardio_swindle]

Ah well, I defer to your obvious experience then. [Getting out a cigarette.]

Though I have a suggestion--unless you two are too afraid for some real fun.