[meanwhile]

[istheship]

[tonight, inside the mess hall, there appear to be hundreds of apples hanging from strings attached to the ceiling. a tiny girl is sitting on a table with a pile of bitten apples and broken strings. standing next to the table is a grumpy red head looking even grumpier than usual, as camp has apparently mistaken his head for an apple and tied off various pieces of hair to extra strings hanging down. she seems to be perfectly content letting him try to untangle everything by himeslf.]

But he was violating the bed, not being blinded by the hag. Sir, your thorns are growing wrong.

And I'm not even going to bother answering you any more.

[yeah, it looks like they've been here for a while.]