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[electricflock]

WHO: Daffodil & co.
WHERE: Daffodil
WHEN: Daffoday 11, night

[well today was a busy and exciting and/or uneventful day. some loud noises across the way.

how are we all winding down this evening?]

Comments

[electricflock]

[muffin is making a pitcher of catnip lemonade. when life gives you lemons (and assorted wild herbs!)

but also to anyone around,]

Can I bite you? Red at the shop told me to.

[rugpull]

Sure go for it.

[offers arm



sniffing the lemonade]

[electricflock]

Thanks. Will not bite hard.

[he's only got wildcat-grade fangs anyways. token chomp.]

Do you want some? Made enough to share.

[secondbornsun]

Hmmh?

[ from his cat tree ]

Sure, . . . what's that?

[electricflock]

Is lemonade with catnip. All fresh-picked! Want some?

[theomachist]

How hard?

[electricflock]

Um, he didn't specify.

[villainrole]

[electricflock]

Um. Or pet you. I need to pet people too.

[secondbornsun]

[ spent the last night and part of the day on and off watching to make sure the wild shit doesn't get into daffodil's pasture. later he went out and then came back with one(1) small pygmydillo and two(2) spots of blood, along a leg and on his side, from getting a little gored a couple times. they are various degrees of healed but also kind of look like he gave up healing at some point like "eh good enough".

. . .

(no concept of what to do with hunted meat once he's brought it in)

. . .

(puts the pygmydillo into a magic block of ice and then leaves it in the kitchen for biscuit to deal with later)

into the cat tree for him ]

[rugpull]

Get a tickle from Muffin or something, geez.

[...as he ignores to tend to the food. time to get out the big kitchen knives to massacre this guy in the sink

its fine its a big sink]

[secondbornsun]

I'll get there. . .

[ tail flick . . . sleepy ]

[villainrole]

Make sure to get a blanket, you might catch a cold like that.

[secondbornsun]

Aah? Bring one to me, then.

[crittersheep]

<sub>[ i'm so sorry tart.

as he's trying to relax in his cat tree after All That, his own shadow on the wall forms into a pair of little goddamn shadow dogs. one's carrying a big bindle of bones, held the exact same way tart was carrying his pygmydillo. the other asks, ]</sub>

Do you want help, carrying your bones?

_{[ the shadow-poodle with the bindle throws its big bag of bones down carelessly, in front of the other. ]}

[secondbornsun]

[ . . .

???

watches this . . . wtf . . . ]

[chasseurdebeaute]

[It is not too late for company when Rubato gives Biscuit and Spinel a ring that he's available for the cooking experiments and confirms it's fine to borrow Daffodil's kitchen. He'll have arrived with a basket of ingredients: a plucked and cleaned scister a little larger than a chicken, wild (non-nightshade) root vegetables and herbs, and--importantly--he's brought along a chunk of pink rock salt, not seen amongst the flocks until now, that he gifts to Daffodil for the use of their kitchen once Spinel takes what she needs for cooking this meal.

He doesn't intend to help much more than that though, since his purpose was really just to give Spinel a chance to gain more cooking experience (and observe) and let her take the spoils of her efforts to feed Clover, other than the portion that's ostensibly for him.

JUST HANGS OUT TO WATCH THE WHOLE TIME sorry this is his favorite hobby.]

[rugpull]

[drowsy boy kind of like

drifting side to side as he stands, giving Spinel a hand with cooking...which is all helpful and sound but

he is just like. a drowsy boy sipping lemonade like he's a lil drunk]

[adorabrawler]

[ don't think she hasn't noticed ]

... Are you sure you're okay?

[secondbornsun]

[ there's a cat tree in the kitchen for leonas and that's where he intends to be. zzzz ]

[adorabrawler]

[ SHE DID HER BEST... okay it's not bad, especially because of Biscuit's help. inexperienced as she may be, she kind of knows her way around a kitchen, so!! ]

Does it look okay?

[electricflock]

[sipping lemonade and watching from another perch on the cat tree TWO CAN PEOPLEWATCH THIS COOKING SHOW]

[villainrole]

We've let troublemakers into our home...

@ muffin, evening

[finalbows]

<sub>[ pop.
an angelcube has appeared beside muffin's head.

he looks stressed. he's got little cartoon darkness over the top half of his face, though his eyes are still visible. no highlights, though. ]</sub>

...Muffin, dear, I have had a day. Does the offer we talked about before still stand?

[electricflock]

[there's a startled cat noise and the THUMP of someone surely not Kit falling off the furniture before his answer pipes through]

—Angel Devil?

Um! It does. Do I just talk back to this thing, can you hear me?