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Apr 24, 2006 18:29

Blame Raven, go on, do it, it's probably his fault anyway.

At least, he was the one who gave her the idea, and it took a bit of doing and a bit of figuring out how to have the fire make the magic blanket work while the whole thing was covering the jelly molds that were in the icebox.

But in the end, it had worked, with the help of duct tape and binder clips.

That is to say, girl-goddess in the bar with a flock of orange marmalade squirrels, gooseberry jam goldfinches, blackberry jelly raccooons, strawberry jelly mice, kiwi-lime preserve frogs and lemon curd lizards. None of them more than about thumb size.

At that particular moment the entire host was running around in circles stickying up a tabletop and Ana was watching and laughing.

jor-el, estsanatlehi

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