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[doeswhathewants]

[The Stark phone's feed is jumbled and half obscured by a pale hand with black polished nails, but it can still film the seven, knee-high garden gnomes converging on Serrure, each with an apple in an outstretched hand and plenty of half bitten, crushed apples around him.]

I said no apples. See? Full. Very full. Perhaps if you baked them in a pie or with some brown sugar sauce like that bakery-

[And a well aimed apple is now between Serrure's teeth, he takes a step back and something hits the back of his knees. Losing his balance he falls backwards, landing inside a clear container. The phone shifts just in time for the clear glass lid to come slamming down, sealing the glass coffin.

He spits out the apple.]

What are you- [Banging on the side with a closed fist.] Still alive in here. [But the forest animals have all ran off and the gnomes are busy arranging flowers around the base of the coffin. Serrure looks to the phone, starting to feel a bit fuzzy from the poison apples.]

Ah- help?

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[doeswhathewants]

No, I forgot the other day when I was a lady.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Might have been female in body but Serrure dear, you were never a lady.]

It's all rather silly. Most just seem to talk to each other as if the conversation could not wait until the one returned.

[doeswhathewants]

[He would be crushed you did not think him a lady.]

What does one speak about in a bathroom?

[indecent_butterfly]

[Ladies not pulling pranks on unsuspecting men might of had something to do with it. Then again, what would ne know about being one?]

Those who did not join them?

[doeswhathewants]

[Pranks? Those were knightly tasks.... or something.]

Ah! Gossip.

[indecent_butterfly]

[But of course...]

Yes. Did you see what she's wearing? The new paperboy at work is simply adorable, I wonder if he's dating? She really should cut back on pre-dinner drinks. How did he let those silly little gnomes trap him like that?

Or something like that.

[doeswhathewants]

....the coffin isn't really glass! That isn't fair, I think it might be something much stronger- oh. I see what you did there.

[indecent_butterfly]

[Totally innocent here no matter what the smile says.]

Not at all. But is there a rescue underway to save the fair...prince?

[doeswhathewants]

There is. However... special it may be.

[indecent_butterfly]

Do not despair, surely your princess will protect you from the little plastic men.

[doeswhathewants]

They are clay, I think.

[indecent_butterfly]

Does their composition really matter?

Although if clay, One would assume they would be easier to break.

[doeswhathewants]

Yes.

But they are animate.

[indecent_butterfly]

You care for their lives. How very noble. Then there is naught to do but wait until midnight.