Aug. 18th, 2008 @ 12:33 pm
There's yelling and cursing and minor mayhem over at that hotdog vendor's cart, and then Strawbaby suddenly appears on the arm of a couch, covered in mustard and with her hands on her hips with indignant annoyance.
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY GROUCHY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD? reads the little holo screen behind her head.
You are feeling:
"...What was all that
about?" Faye asks, a bit surprised.
WHAT? Tiny grumpy face turns up to her through its mask of mustard.
"All that commotion just now that somehow got you swimming in mustard." At least she's looking to see if she's got a tissue or something, too.
"Uh... why'd you go and do that for?" More blinking.
BECAUSE I LIKE MUSTARD. So matter of fact. It's gotta make sense, right?
Um, right... "Want something to clean up with?"
That gets her a head tilt and a little '0.o' look.
"...I guess you're fine with the mustard."
MUSTARD'S WONDERFUL! She throws her hands up and twirls.
...And that causes Faye to back away a bit in fear of getting mustard on her. "Hey careful, that stuff stains!"
"I was a bit worried you might accidentally get some on me," she says with a shrug.
From the look on the little one's face it's clear that she's not understanding the problem here.
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