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[chasseurdebeaute]

WHO: Daffodil (and visitors)
WHERE: Daffodil
WHEN: Day 90, late afternoon

[At some point when they day is starting to cool off, a chunk of Daffodil's roof will be suddenly consumed by plush pillows, thick knit blankets, futon cushions, and possibly some corduroy stuffed animals. All of it smells gently like fresh grass, leaves, or woods. Where is the culprit?]

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[secondbornsun]

[ allowing it, little sigh ]

Do us both a solid an' never get somethin' at that price again. Don't care what it is.

[rugpull]

He didn't tell me what would happen. He gave me candy. It changed me later.

...and as much as I hate this, much as it feels fucky, still worth it to get yer pen back yeh? S'useful shit.

[secondbornsun]

Tch . . . Stomach-for-brains, don't eat candy from 'im without askin' what it's gonna do.

[ exasperated ]

Look, trading a Rook for a Bishop at midgame's dicey but I can get it, but not a Queen for a Bishop.

[rugpull]

Oh shit oh wait I know this now I read up on it.

The Rook is the one that moves straightaways....and the Bishop is slippery angles. And the Queen can do both cuz womens got all the real power!!!

[he is so excited that he memorized this]

1/2

[secondbornsun]

[secondbornsun]

Pff. . . Yeah, you got it. Queen's the strongest piece on the board.

[ a little chuckle, helplessly fond ]

Right. And your teeth's your Queen piece, strength-wise. Meanwhile, my magic's fine an' useful an' all, but it ain't my greatest strength.

[rugpull]

Yer big scheming brain is more precious to ya, huh?

[secondbornsun]

Exactly.

[rugpull]

Yer smarts are hot.

[secondbornsun]

Thanks very much.

[ reaching daffodil's roof and dropping biscuit onto a pile of pillows ]

[rugpull]

[grabs a pillow, snugs it to his chest]

...do ya need like I dunno crossword puzzles or something.

[secondbornsun]

You should focus on lockin' your food up. I'm serious about my appetite.

[rugpull]

...should. Should I hunt for ya, Tart?

[secondbornsun]

While you're still like this? Hell no.

[rugpull]

[...snaps jaw a few times. weakly. pathetically]

....yeh not like this. But later.

Later 'll treat ya to a piggie or somethin' nice. Barbecue.

[secondbornsun]

You really gonna be able to handle givin' me a whole pig?

[rugpull]

[very correctly presumes he means sharing and not the actual hunting part]

...I can do it cuz. I love ya. And. Stuff.

[pained]

[secondbornsun]

I'll look forward to it~

[rugpull]

...a medium pig.

I can sha--I mean give up a medium pig.

Easy.

No problem.