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hellofistAll the food... is big.
[Or, you know, she's small and everything else is huge in comparison. Cass has made it to the kitchen and found herself a pie, which she's already dug her hands into and started eating. She's actually in the pie now, holding onto a cherry the size of her head, mouth all smeared with pie filling and there might actually be some in her hair, but she doesn't care. It's a giant pie. Come on.]
Had dreams, like this. Giant food, no one to... stop me. Probably can't... eat whole pie, though.
[She looks over to the other side of the pie, the crust still all in one piece. She hasn't made it to that side yet.]
I guess... I could share.
Spam for Merlin
[After her pie escapades and a rather long bath in the kitchen sink to de-pie herself, Cass had sent out a message to Merlin. It had been a voice one just in case he hadn't wanted to see her, just something to check in on him, make sure he was handling his first strange Barge occurrence well. She was glad this was his first one, considering it was pretty easy, just a little bit of shrinking, but she still couldn't shake her need to check in on him.
He hadn't replied though. And maybe she should have just left it at that, but she just couldn't. What if he was small and got trapped under something, couldn't call for help? So she'd gone off in search for him, wiggled her way under his door and found the main part of his room seemingly empty. The stairs up to his bedroom were a bit of a challenge but before long, she's in Merlin's room, looking up at his bed and the pile of blankets there.]
Merlin?
[There's a bit of the sheet hanging down and it's easy to jump and grab it, climb up to his bed for a better look at the blanket mountain there.]
Are you... in there?
[Or, you know, she's small and everything else is huge in comparison. Cass has made it to the kitchen and found herself a pie, which she's already dug her hands into and started eating. She's actually in the pie now, holding onto a cherry the size of her head, mouth all smeared with pie filling and there might actually be some in her hair, but she doesn't care. It's a giant pie. Come on.]
Had dreams, like this. Giant food, no one to... stop me. Probably can't... eat whole pie, though.
[She looks over to the other side of the pie, the crust still all in one piece. She hasn't made it to that side yet.]
I guess... I could share.
Spam for Merlin
[After her pie escapades and a rather long bath in the kitchen sink to de-pie herself, Cass had sent out a message to Merlin. It had been a voice one just in case he hadn't wanted to see her, just something to check in on him, make sure he was handling his first strange Barge occurrence well. She was glad this was his first one, considering it was pretty easy, just a little bit of shrinking, but she still couldn't shake her need to check in on him.
He hadn't replied though. And maybe she should have just left it at that, but she just couldn't. What if he was small and got trapped under something, couldn't call for help? So she'd gone off in search for him, wiggled her way under his door and found the main part of his room seemingly empty. The stairs up to his bedroom were a bit of a challenge but before long, she's in Merlin's room, looking up at his bed and the pile of blankets there.]
Merlin?
[There's a bit of the sheet hanging down and it's easy to jump and grab it, climb up to his bed for a better look at the blanket mountain there.]
Are you... in there?
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[video threadjack]
6/1/13 22:49 (UTC)Oooh 'ello Cass love!
...Now that looks like fun. Got room in there for a little one, eh?
[video threadjacks killed the radio star]
6/1/13 22:53 (UTC)Yes. You should... both have some. There might... be more, somewhere. For Wade.
[video threadjacks killed the radio star]
6/1/13 23:55 (UTC)[...um. Right.]
Nah, I can just watch you both. Like mud wrestling, but tastier.
Maybe we should sell tickets!
...if people would buy them...
Aw, who'm I kidding. Of course people would buy tickets to that! Where're you at?
[video threadjacks killed the radio star]
7/1/13 00:24 (UTC)In kitchen. Better hurry, before I... eat whole thing.
[Yeah right. She'll try though!]
Re: [we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
6/1/13 23:59 (UTC)Oooh. Whipped cream, d'you reckon? I think 'e'd like that.
[we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
7/1/13 00:32 (UTC)Re: [we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
7/1/13 00:44 (UTC)[we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
7/1/13 00:57 (UTC)Re: [we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
7/1/13 01:13 (UTC)Sorry, pet. There's splashin' about in chocolate mousse for the sake of splashin' about in chocolate mousse, an' there's splashin' about in chocolate mousse for the sake of bein' watched splashin' about in chocolate mousse. We can go with either one or both, I reckon.
Re: [we can't rewind, we've gone too far]
7/1/13 01:17 (UTC)People would... want to watch that?
[pictures came and broke your heart]
7/1/13 02:16 (UTC)Seriously, if there are tiny girls for days and nobody takes advantage of how many things we have in decent enough quantities to actually wrestle in, I am going to be EXTREMELY saddened. We could do a whole ten course meal if we wanted.
[They are in fact approaching the kitchen...somewhere in here, Wade being distracted by visions of sugar plums or no.]
Re: [put the blame on VCR]
7/1/13 02:33 (UTC)[She likes the way you think.]
[whoa oh oh oh oh]
7/1/13 23:15 (UTC)Would be... hard to move in, too. Hi.
[whoa oh oh oh oh]
8/1/13 14:17 (UTC)So. Red. Best wet t-shirt contest ever.
Uhm. Hi. Sorry, I'll...
PEANUT BUTTER.
...what?
Sorry, I panicked.
Safe word. Starting now.
Re: [whoa oh oh oh oh]
8/1/13 15:49 (UTC)[By which she means she's accepted the fact that she won't end this day without wearing peanut butter. Oh well, it'll be fun.
Iris is standing up on Wade's shoulder now, balancing easily as though on a giant surfboard. She grins and gives Cass a little wave.]
Whipped cream first, Wade lovey. I insist. Plastic bowl if you can find one, at least...
[She pauses, and yes, she is calculating in her head the ideal depth of whipped cream to float a six-inch person in. It takes her less than three seconds.]
...Ten inches deep. Get away with eight if we go wi' custard or chocolate puddin'. Well come on, before I grow again!
(no subject)
15/1/13 04:42 (UTC)Safe word?
[And then Iris gets her attention, sets her to frowning faintly.]
Have you... done this?
[Because having exact measurements for things suggests you know what you're doing and that's kind of interesting.]
(no subject)
15/1/13 10:45 (UTC)Yeah. The emergency breaks. What you say to get people to stop when you can't handle it anymore. Usually it's something like eggplant. Or chartreuse. Something people aren't gonna accidentally say so you don't confuse the whole thing.
[Why he blurted out PEANUT BUTTER is therefore anybody's guess.]
I...will go find the whipped cream. Over...there. Somewhere.
[He points aimlessly in the general direction. He's got this!]
(no subject)
15/1/13 15:17 (UTC)...That won't do, Wade lovey. You'd be amazed what I can do with an eggplant.
[She grins down at Cass, who's a spectacle she, too can appreciate on multiple levels, for all the straightforward childlike one is strong in Iris as well.]
Not this exactly, not yet, lovey. But I know me way round enough interesting stuff to know 'ow not to crack me 'ead on the bowl. And I feel a swallow dive coming on.