Post Thirty: Almost as bad as a Feegle

[the_wee_big_hag]

 [Tiffany really should have known better.

She really should have. However sometimes you have to take a risk. At least she didn't lose a limb.  You can find Tiffany either,

A: Walking back from the post office with something that looks like this

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[flameyedhunter]

[Shana walks by, and smiles briefly, crossing to Tiffany. Her smile fades when she sees that she'd gone to the post office though.]

"Tiffany."

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Holds a hand up.]

Limbs and memories still intact.

And yes I know it was stupid.

[flameyedhunter]

"If you say so." [She looks at the cheese curiously.] "So, what did you get back exactly?"

[the_wee_big_hag]

Well I was hoping for my witches bag but I should have guessed they wouldn't give me anything useful.

This is Horace. I made him a few years ago.

[Yes, it is a cheese wrapped in Tartan.]

B

[madeofstoic]

[ Let's examine this for a second. There is a grey piece of cheese rolling down the street. It also happens to be holding silverware. And rolling away from a girl. Thus, the cheese is conscious.

He's heard weirder. ]

...This'd be yours, Miz?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Yes. His name is Horace.

[She seems to be gaining on it anyway.]

[madeofstoic]

[ Yep, definitely conscious. ] Not a bad name. Does i- he not like you or somethin'?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Oh no. It's just the Feegles-

[Grabs the cheese in her arms.]

Got you, you wee scunner. I told you they weren't here.

[She shakes her head and picks up the silverware that was dropped.]

Sorry, no it's a Feegle thing. They steal anything that isn't nailed down and if it is, they'll steal the nails too.

B

[pants_yourmove]

[[What is this?

Going to try and uh... trip the cheese... with his crutch. Not exactly sure what it is doing.]]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Cheese is tripped and Tiffany quickly scoops it up]

There you are, you wee scunner you. I told you they weren't here.

[Turns to look at Aaron with a smile and nods her head.]

Thank you.

[pants_yourmove]

[[Okay, that worked... He looked more embarrassed than complimented.]]

It was kind of just a gut reaction really... that cheese is alive?

[the_wee_big_hag]

Yes. His name is Horace. The town just gave him back to me.

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Running after it with a frying pan. Totally normal.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

No, I think I'm alright!

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[is_an_island]

[oh it's tiffany hi tiffany what are you doing here on the str]

Did you take that out of the oven.

[the_wee_big_hag]

.....ah. No.

Remember that cheese I told you about? ....Horace?

.....this is him.

mmmrmpphhh

[Yes, that cheese made some noise. Somehow.]

[is_an_island]

I'm a grandmother?

[the_wee_big_hag]

......

Where did you get that idea from?