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[hellofist]

All 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?

Comments

Re: [we can't rewind, we've gone too far]

[hellofist]

[That... doesn't actually clarify much.]

People would... want to watch that?

[pictures came and broke your heart]

[fearthepackingchips]

Um. Yes? Very much yes. Because unlike mud wrestling it involves tasty, tasty cleanup on TOP of the already understood greatness.

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]

[routemistress]

No peanut butter though, Wade lovey, that's a bugger to get out of me 'air.

[She likes the way you think.]

[whoa oh oh oh oh]

[hellofist]

[Oh hey she sees you guys! There's a little Cass all covered in cherry pie filling waving at you now.]

Would be... hard to move in, too. Hi.

[whoa oh oh oh oh]

[fearthepackingchips]

[Omg that is adorable. Cass. Wade is actually a little jealous now.]

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]

[routemistress]

...Me an' me big gob, eh? Even six inches 'igh.

[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!

[hellofist]

[Cass is just kind of staring at the both of you in turn now. Wade seems to be distracted by the pie filling, which is kind of weird. If he wants pie all he has to do is ask, there's still plenty she hasn't rolled around in.]

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.]

[fearthepackingchips]

[No, Cass, the problem is the pie you've ALREADY rolled in, but just...don't mind him. He's fine. Or as not-fine as he usually is, anyway.]

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!]

[routemistress]

[His movement lurches Iris offbalance, and she leans in, hanging onto his ear to steady herself, which amuses her afresh]

...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.