Pixie Dust, Monday.
Makita hadn't bothered to come in last Monday; she'd been too busy running complex-pattern patrols of the island, to make sure every last freak-creature was well and truly gone. She didn't think Jenny would mind.
Today, however, was a Monday for working. Possibly with celebratory vodka and flipping through the new fashion catalogs to see what the new styles were. And drawing mustaches on the models.
Pixie Dust was open for all your Prom needs! But someone was going to need to explain the concept of Prom to the 'Gorkan girl, because she has no idea what a Prom actually is. Or that people might be shopping for it.
Hell, she's never even been to a formal dance. Take any dress suggestions with a grain of salt.
Today, however, was a Monday for working. Possibly with celebratory vodka and flipping through the new fashion catalogs to see what the new styles were. And drawing mustaches on the models.
Pixie Dust was open for all your Prom needs! But someone was going to need to explain the concept of Prom to the 'Gorkan girl, because she has no idea what a Prom actually is. Or that people might be shopping for it.
Hell, she's never even been to a formal dance. Take any dress suggestions with a grain of salt.