"Hallo, Adobebutt. Arts 'n' crafts day?" Ace asks curiously as she drops first a green box and then a purple box on the table. Both are decorated with pictures of young girls in green and brown uniforms.
It's that time of year again.
Well.
It is somewhere. Somewhere that Ace visited recently, evidently.
"Geeze, I bring y'cookies, an' all I get are denials. It's tragic, that's what it is. I should go back t'the TARDIS an' eat them all m'self." Ace announces, flopping into the seat opposite.
"So I'm takin' your silence as implicit agreement that you should be put on a diet of broccoli an' cauliflower." Ace snickers, thinking Raven is a funny, funny Bird.
Also that she needs to buy stock in Girl Scout cookies before she takes Raven to Earth again.
It's that time of year again.
Well.
It is somewhere. Somewhere that Ace visited recently, evidently.
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"Possibly no?"
He is eyeing her cookies shiftily, however.
Oh dear.
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The boxes are still on the table.
Being tempting.
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Er.
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"Y'welcome."
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Someday.
Soon?
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"Well, it's good t'see you too, Bird."
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He is still eating.
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Also that she needs to buy stock in Girl Scout cookies before she takes Raven to Earth again.
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This may be answer enough.
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Mmmm, Thin Mint.
"Remind me not t'let you loose around any Girl Scouts. They don't need t'be exposed t'junkie behavior."
Yeah, like they aren't already with normal humans during cookie time.
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"Girl scouts are for having eyeballs?"
Oh, dear.
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"No, Adobebutt. No eyeballs." And there won't be any, not on her watch.
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It is not only because Ace refuses him eyeballs.
All the cookies are gone!
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And no, the problem isn't in supply.
"So whatcha up to?"
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He holds out the chain of paperclips for inspection.
It is very shiny.
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