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[literal_trainwreck]

WHO:Thistle and Lily
WHERE:Lily
WHEN: Day 9 morning

[KNOCK KNOCK ON THE BARN DOOR]

Good morning, Lily! Your requested maid service has arrived.

Comments

[ohlord]

... huh. Didn't think I ordered maids.

[literal_trainwreck]

I suppose that's fair, as we are lacking a uniform for Lupin to wear.

[only Lupin]

Regardless, we're here to help out, as requested.

[ohlord]

'Preciate that. These guys could use more rest.

[spoilers: he is illusioning so hard that he is not lacking 2 days worth of sleep right now so, lmao.]

[survivaltricks]

[he has some freshly grilled fish skewered on a tree branch. enough for all of Lily! hooray!]

What did you think you were ordering, then? Butlers?

[ohlord]

Don't act cute enough to be maids.

[shortforever]

[Imagine if they had shown up in maid dresses.]

Yeah, well, we're here. So what do you need cleaned?

[ohlord]

Laundry, mostly.

[9tenths]

Hello! Then we're your unordered cleaning service!

[ohlord]

I traded for some chores services, so that works.

[endsjustified]

[from inside the door, suspiciously, and almost in tandem with Wolfwood]

I don't think we ordered maids.

[ohlord]

Think that's just the Thistle kids making good on a trade.

[endsjustified]

What.

[...he's not getting up from where he's sitting for this but he'll nudge the door open a crack with his staff, fine]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . . . LMFAO]

You didn't. But he did.

[jerks a thumb at Styx]

[literal_trainwreck]

I was merely joking. We've made a deal with Styx to help out around the house.

[shortforever]

Too bad, we're already here.

[9tenths]

[ since he's there in tandem with Wolfwood, he hears the same greeting ]

Hello! Unordered maid service!

[hardpity]

Our what.

[survivaltricks]

[holds up some skewered grilled fish!]

Do you like fish? These are for you.

[literal_trainwreck]

Styx asked us to help you out, so here we are.

[9tenths]

Hello! The "requested" part might be an exaggeration.

[terraria]

( looks up from his mortar and pestle, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

looks down at his............ "desk" of vials, beakers, cloth pouches, tweezers, miscellaneous feathers that are very clearly from him, various assortments of herbs, cheesecloth, scissors...

it's a mess. even he is messy, with bits of greenery on him. )

... this is either incredibly coincidental or very passive-aggressive on someone's part.

[survivaltricks]

[points at Styx]

Blame him. We're just here to be helpful.

[literal_trainwreck]

[pausing at the sight of him, with the strange revelation that the person he dreamed about that one time is real]

We merely owe Styx a favor, though I couldn't tell you which it is on his part.

[shortforever]

[Oh it's this guy. Sure, Odin will be a little nicer to him.]

Don't ask me, I was just told to come along. I have no idea what's going on.

[9tenths]

Hello. Yeah, it's one of those.

[ they seem like reasonable options. He doesn't have any idea which it is, though, so he offers no illumination on the matter. ]