II am feeling TERRIBLY morose today and in need of hospitality and kindness. And a nap. LIKE SOME KIND OF WRIGGLER!!! Ugh.
I made pancakes. You want some?
(A beat passes. And then another. A stack of 6 pancakes manifests before Xandra, hovering at about eye level rotating counterclockwise until retrieved. Syrup and jams arrive on a second plate a couple seconds later.)
very odd seriies of events to suddenly smell pancakes iin my hiive and then hear xandra break down iin tears because she got really emotiional about beiing giiven a variiety of jams
It's just exactly what II wanted. II wanted the jams. And they're here now.
I can send a few more pancakes over if you're hungry too :)
she's 4'9" she's haviing two of these and falliing asleep from a food coma. the rest are miine (:<