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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?

Comments

[tangledintower]

I was just gonna try to break open the coffin...

[doeswhathewants]

Oh! Good idea. Join forces with Luke and fight the gnomes!

[tangledintower]

I got the frying pan, I'll be right over.

Want me to call Mindy, in case we have to go with the kissing option? Also, she can smash gnomes too.

[doeswhathewants]

You don't happen to know any princesses, do you?

Yes, the more the merrier. Gnome smashing is a go.

[tangledintower]

Er...I guess I count as one, sort of...

I'll let her know, then. She'll love gnome smashing.

[doeswhathewants]

On second though, perhaps you ought to stay behind Mindy. They might put you in the coffin next.

[tangledintower]

What? Why would they do that?

[doeswhathewants]

I think they do that to princesses and they have only mistaken me for one. Somehow.

[tangledintower]

Well, isn't Loki a prince in Norse mythology? That might have something to do with it.