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[_finduilas]

((New mun here. Please, be gentle. :-)))

*FALLS out of the cupboard with a crash, shakes head woozily*

Whafuck is IN that thing?!

*is feeling nomadic* >_<

*ransacks the kitchen, wondering what kind of food and/or drugs they have around here*

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[mirefinwe]

*stalks you covertly around the house*

*eventually comes up to you*

You have height. I don't. Therefore you have access to cookies.

I make shiny things.

Therefore... hand me the cookies and I'll make you something pretty in the forge. >:D

[_finduilas]

*thinks you're soooooo cute ome*

Hey, kiddo. Sounds like a plan to me.

*starts raiding the cookie jar, reconsiders*

*eyes you suspiciously*

How about you bring me the shineh, and THEN I'll give you the cookies?

[mirefinwe]

*sighs*

Lady... I just said it'd be made for you. How can I PoSSIBly make something for you without having jewellery measurements AND sugar in order to work?

[_finduilas]

*crosses arms, leans back against the counter*

How do I know you're not gonna just take the cookie and run? Hmm??

[orome_aldaron]

::materializes to check on the dark one a.k.a Caranthire::

::spots you::

Hullo, peasent. Mortal. Elf. Thing. Are you conspiring to potentially overthrow the balance of the entire universe and our rather ONE SIDED WORLD with the midget. Child. Thing?

[_finduilas]

:s

Well, I HAD planned on putting the official coup on tomorrow's agenda, but...

Would you rather manifest a shiny for me?

[orome_aldaron]

FIRST, Thing, twirl around and let me have a look at you. I'LL CONSIDER.

::is, of course, most benevolent::

[_finduilas]

TWIRL?! Are you for real?? And if I indulge you, will you quit ogling Turco's ass?

*wonders vaguely when she became such a slave to teh prettehs*

*pirouettes, preens*

[turco]

*flicks through a fabric swatch for replacement curtains, as the ones in their house will forever reek of beer*

Fin! Come and help me, I'm still not down with the soft-furnishings thing.

[_finduilas]

*saunters over, assuming a look that would render the Cracks of Doom fit for ice skating*

*points to a set of ugly white curtains patterned with odd, almost stout-colored blotches*

These, then?

[turco]

*looks at them thoughtfully* :S

Erm...put them in the maybe pile?

I don't know, the decoration thing SO isn't my bag. Maybe we should ask someone really domestic and girlie...like Maglor.

[_finduilas]

>_<

*storms back into the kitchen in a huff to look for a BIGGER cookie*