... and closed her eyes, hoping for a short nap. Possibly a nice cookie.
Of course, this is a holidy party in the PPC HQ. Peace is not an option.
Within five minutes, Lisa was sat on, she had angrily attached the sitter to the ceiling, she was then accosted by a chaperone for the party (who, unsurprisingly, was drunk himself), she was forced to take the sitter down from the ceiling, and then the Scribe demanded that Lisa give her all her cookies.
"Why?" Lisa snapped exasperatedly.
"So that next time you see me... Well... next time I see you, which will be in... hmm... two years for you? Yes, because you're... fourteen... so you'll meet me in about a year and a half... Anyway, so that then, you don't owe me anymore."
Lisa silently handed her cookies over and stomped to the snack table. Unfortunately, her foot got caught in the tablecloth, and the entirety of the snack table (including the inedible stuffed hedgehogs in motor oil sauce) came crashing down.
Came the shout from the inside of the Lounge. Gaspard and Frédéric came back inside. "Man," said Gaspard as he looked at the scorched interior. "Who knew a small fairy could do all of that?" "I have... more
Lisa lay back on the couch... TheScribe,Tue Dec 13 01:59