Parker had Esme out of her habitat, she had on her favorite pajamas, she had a glass of scotch. It had been a fairly weird week so far, and classes hadn't even started.

( What she did this week. All of it. )

Parker's in and out of her room, making lists, calling ice sculptors, vendors, people who rent out helium tanks, and very quietly freaking out.

"...look, just get us the damn glitter, and I'll buy a gross extra, okay?"

Come distract her from all this stuff. She probably needs it.

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