Of course, by the time that owl arrived, Cyclona was past replying; by then, she was staggering along the corridors, bumping into walls, a giddy smile on her face and a trickle of drool coming from the corner of her mouth.
She remembered Molly, of course, and she vaguely recalled knowing that the American holiday was about this time of year. But fruitcake that meant you couldn't drive afterward? Must be a hell of a lot of rum.
Considering it a moment, she decided to do the tried and true test of whether something was going to kill her or not.
"Ginger!" she hollered to the back of the Wing, swinging herself up to sit on the counter, legs kicking lightly against the cupboards below. "We've gotten a present!"
There was really nothing about Christmas that Cox did not absolutely hate and, yes, that was up to and including the presents. Now that Thanksgiving was mercilessly upon them, that meant Christmas season had oh-fficially begun, and that meant even a threat of something holly or jolly was going to be enough to make him break out in hives.
As such, he was not exactly thrilled to hear about whatever special delivery Lily was attempting to foist upon him like so much unwanted fruitcake (and oh, was he in for a surprise). He would have just ignored her, but the problem was, he was also a curious bastard.
He came out from the back, holding a bottle of pills in one hand and a potion in the other. "Red, i~f this is something else you found in one of those creepy-ass magazines, I swear to you I will..." He trailed off, staring, then groaned and closed his eyes. "Oh, come on."
"Oh, hush," Lily said, busily studying the fruitcake. "Those magazines are not creepy." Picking up the note, she read it again, saying, "A former patient sent us this, with instructions not to eat it with alcohol and not to drive afterward."
Hefting up the cake she gave Cox a wicked smirk, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "What do you say, Ginger? Want to test it out so I know if it's safe to eat?"
She had no idea what mystery ingredient could be inside (here is where her lack of practical experience with Muggle pharmaceuticals was going to bite her in the ass), but if Perry turned into a gigantic ostrich or started talking only in song titles, she'd know it was bad. Seemed a good enough plan to her!
"No," Cox replied immediately, blinking at her. "No, I do not. For one thing, it's fruitcake. For~~~ another, I make it a point never to eat anything that advertises itself like that when I'm in the middle of a shift and could theoretically kill someone--or, okay, at least maim them horrible. And for a third..." He frowned, wrinkling his nose. "...I like drinking."
That seemed like a pretty excellent list to him, but just to be on the safe side, he added: "And in case it wasn't clear enough the first time, it's fruitcake. The only thing it's suitable for is usage as a paperweight. Or feeding to the interns."
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I'd better thank you first, then. Kickass!
Cyclona
Being Cyclona, there was only one thing she could do... gobble down the fruitcake and wash it down with an ice-cold beer.
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You're welcome! I make it at Christmas, too--it's traditional, and a lot more fun than pecan pie.
-Molly
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My most heartfelt thanks for this wondrous confection. It is as though an apothecary went sleepwalking in a bakery.
- S. Maturin.
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She remembered Molly, of course, and she vaguely recalled knowing that the American holiday was about this time of year. But fruitcake that meant you couldn't drive afterward? Must be a hell of a lot of rum.
Considering it a moment, she decided to do the tried and true test of whether something was going to kill her or not.
"Ginger!" she hollered to the back of the Wing, swinging herself up to sit on the counter, legs kicking lightly against the cupboards below. "We've gotten a present!"
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As such, he was not exactly thrilled to hear about whatever special delivery Lily was attempting to foist upon him like so much unwanted fruitcake (and oh, was he in for a surprise). He would have just ignored her, but the problem was, he was also a curious bastard.
He came out from the back, holding a bottle of pills in one hand and a potion in the other. "Red, i~f this is something else you found in one of those creepy-ass magazines, I swear to you I will..." He trailed off, staring, then groaned and closed his eyes. "Oh, come on."
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Hefting up the cake she gave Cox a wicked smirk, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "What do you say, Ginger? Want to test it out so I know if it's safe to eat?"
She had no idea what mystery ingredient could be inside (here is where her lack of practical experience with Muggle pharmaceuticals was going to bite her in the ass), but if Perry turned into a gigantic ostrich or started talking only in song titles, she'd know it was bad. Seemed a good enough plan to her!
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That seemed like a pretty excellent list to him, but just to be on the safe side, he added: "And in case it wasn't clear enough the first time, it's fruitcake. The only thing it's suitable for is usage as a paperweight. Or feeding to the interns."
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