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[mrs_maglor]

*decides yet again that the need to shop is upon her*

*gathers forth her handbag and credit cards and saunters into town*

*is somewhat amazed by the multitude of new people*

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[wife_of_feanor]

*is also shopping*

*sees the both of you*

*beams*

Yoooo hooo!

[maglor_harper]

*Is in tears, ome!*

[wife_of_feanor]

*notices*

*goes to you and gives you a hankie*

What's wrong dearie?

Hug?

[maglor_harper]

I just asked Mirime not to smoke in here and she threw a hissy fit at me!

[wife_of_feanor]

*raises both eyebrows in surprise*

Mirime? A hissy fit?

*turns to Mirime once again, this time with slightly narrowed eyes*

*turns back to you and rubs your back*

Now now, dearie. I'm, sure she didn't mean it.

[maglor_harper]

I'm, sure she didn't mean it.

*looks at you like you're high*

[wife_of_feanor]

*knows a few things about pregnant, hormonal Feanorians*

*knows when to shut up*

Or maybe she did mean it..

Think. Think. Think.

Maybe she's going through a bout of constipation. You know how irritable elves get when they're constipated...

[maglor_harper]

*wipes her eyes*

The amount of times you lot told me to go easy on her when she was pregnant...

*wOuNDed*

[wife_of_feanor]

*helps you wipe your eyes*

There there, now...

*wants to give Mirime a piece of my mind for making my poor Maglor cry, but won't do that since I'm a good Nana, and while good Nanas might nag their sons to go easy on their pregnant wives since good Nanas want their sons to be good elves, when their sons are the injured party, good Nanas will persuade their sons to grin and bear it, since it's the noble thing to do.*

[maglor_harper]

*doesn't give a fuck about nobility! Is hormonal, upset and is craving nicotiene while having it waved in her face*

*just wants someone to take her side against the bitch for once. JUST ONCE.*

[mrs_maglor]

*loses interest in your tears and goes up to the counter to pay for her things*

[maglor_harper]

*Just so long as you and your cigar leave, that's peachy*

[mrs_maglor]

*tries VERY hard not to crack up and roll around laughing at the sight of the PANTS*

[maglor_harper]

*Tries very hard not to crack and drop a pot-plant on your head*

[mrs_maglor]

*That would involve you receiving a handbag concussion o' DEATH on your part*

[wife_of_feanor]

*bites lips*

*hopes this might cheer you up*

*picks up one of the shopping bags from the floor and takes out something black*

Dearie... I thought you might need this...

*shows you the huge granny-style panties, dyed black with satin trimming*

I had them custom made... and extra support for your tummy. See?