Six Christmas Giant Socks

[grimmdark]

A. Phone, unfiltered. Morning.

Some might have noticed this already, but I am returned to Mayfield a week or so after the events that shook the town in ways that go beyond the literal. Should I assume that everybody remains the same? Or have we lost new members of this fine society on the cruel grasp of droning?

I certainly hope we haven't.

B. Phone, filtered to Dave, John and Jade

Are you three still here? I will not accept to be left alone in this forsaken town doing the times of a cookie deliverer girl for the sake of not having my gray matter crisped and served as an appetizing.

C. Phone, filtered to Kanaya.

I have something for you. Where can we meet?

D. Around town, open for anybody who wants a grim scout girl on your door.

[Something Rose hadn't figured out was that her drone self? Had been a top selling scout girl, and now she had to bit her tongue and keep the good work. The fact Jade was apparently droned didn't make things better, as she couldn't stick to the girl and endure things the best way she could.

So if you get a knock on your door, you will find Rose, not happy at all, making her worst attempt to make you buy some cookies.]

Comments

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

It's not really any trouble. I can tell from your expression that this is probably something the town roped you into doing, but I admire your resolve to do a good job at it anyway. Just consider it a little head start, okay?

[Holding out the bill.]

[grimmdark]

Jade had the idea, and it's not like me to leave friends to embark into new and uninteresting things without proper aid.

[Also Kanaya is supposed to be involved, this is very important. Rose grabs the bill and separates four boxes.]

I can't warrant the contents are worthy of the prize though.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

That's good too. Friends should stick together. Who knows, you might even have a little fun with it if you sell them as a pair.

[Dad takes the boxes and sets them on the kitchen table for later.]

You get a merit badge or something like that for selling the most, right?

[grimmdark]

That's the whole point I suppose. Somebody has to keep an eye on Jade anyway.

And I honestly don't know, but I can hardly imagine such accomplishments would be left untouched for the greater upsetting of the receiving end. I might be wrong though, and this merit will pass unsung on the records of the scout body, but I'm rarely wrong.

[Cynical is totally her middle name.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, do your best, and it'll be over before you know it.

[grimmdark]

I shall demand retribution in the shape of pastries if your theory fails.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Young lady, you've got yourself a deal.

[Putting out his hand for a shake. Gotta seal this thing right.]

[grimmdark]

[Handshaking like a boss.]

I'll be seeing you later then. Keep the oven warm.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Good luck!

[Already off to put on a 'Kiss the Cook' apron.]

[grimmdark]

I'm sure I'll need it.

[And she means it.]