[BBS] + [ACTION] When life gives you lemons, hunt for eggs!

[redcinemareel]

[BBS]

If anyone has seen colored, plastic eggs about Garden, I would appreciate if they are returned to me. In exchange, there will be a refreshing beverage awaiting any kind soul that turns one in! I shall be in the quad.

-Grell ♥

[ACTION]

[Grell has sectioned off an area in the quad to set up a table, a two chairs (one on each side), a pitcher of lemonade and a few cups filled with it, and a wicker basket on the other side with just one plastic egg sitting inside. There is a sign on the table as well:]

Advice: 1Gil
Lemonade: 1 Colored Plastic Egg
No Refunds

[She hasn't set up a lemonade stand in a while, so she decides to give this second go-around a bit of a twist. While she's waiting, there is a thick book being read, and it seems that she's near the end of it.]

Comments

[thatched]

[Clever girl]


Wind at your back, sweetheart. I wonder where they could be.

[redcinemareel]

[She knows better than to do all the work when there are perfectly good hands to manipulate out there.]

I don't have to wonder. Just wait.

[thatched]

What makes you so sure that they're so conveniently hidden, ma petite dacquoise?

[redcinemareel]

It wouldn't matter if they are or aren't. The notice has been given, and most will be found.

[thatched]

Touche. Now to wonder who will find the grand prize.

[mera_mera_ace]

[Stops by the table grinning and drops a few Gil in just to be nice. After all, this is partly his fault.]

Hey there, Red. Whatcha searching for eggs for?

[redcinemareel]

[She looks up to find Ace there.] I see that you're managing the BBS well. [Smiling, she marks her place in her book and closes it before offering him some lemonade.]

No other reason than they belong to me. [She's not telling anyone why she wants them! Who knows what would happen then!]

[mera_mera_ace]

[But seeing as he was one of the culprits well...he knows why she wants them back. Takes the lemonade and sips it.]

So what's my favorite sister doing other then offering advice and selling lemonade? [Never mind the fact he's supposed to be in class]

[redcinemareel]

[She isn't sure if he's in on this with Thatch or not, so best to just play it safe!]

Making sure you're to be in class. [She watches as he drinks the lemonade, resting her chin onto her palm as her elbow rests on the table.] I must be losing my edge, however.

[mera_mera_ace]

Obviously. Because I'm not in class. [Cheeky ass little grin there as he leans over and kisses her cheek]

[om_nom_namur]

[The eggs don't smell like eggs, and he's buggered trying to find them with eyesight alone. So he drops a gil into Grell's cup and settles down next to her in the grass.]

Tell me 'bout Toby. I can't get at him without Her Royal Miss Eel Rat gettin' huffy at me, an' I don't think he'd be too happy if I done 'way with her, even jus' for a little bit.

[redcinemareel]

[That makes her smile, because it's very cute!]

Why not simply ask to talk to him alone? Toby can be accommodating if you're honest with him. [She hums in thought, tapping a nail on the table.] Thatch could also whisk the little rat-thing away for a bit and you can swoop in to talk to him, if you don't wish to ask.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur purposely bangs his head against the edge of her table a couple of times.]

Don't know what t' talk 'bout. Don't want t' send him inta 'nother weeks long thing where he does stupid shit an' almost gets his mate killed. He is over that by now, right?

[At that last part, he looks up at Grell hopefully.]

[redcinemareel]

[At his headbanging, she has to make sure the lemonade doesn't get knocked over. She twitches an eye at him, trying not to just dump the whole thing on his head.]

If he isn't, I certainly couldn't blame him! [She sits in her chair properly again, crossing her arms.] No, it seems as most of the storm has passed. As for a topic, I'm afraid you're on your own. He responds well to ice cream, however.

[om_nom_namur]

[It isn't nearly hard enough to topple the lemonade. :| And anyway he's stopped now, instead blinking up at Grell with his eyebrows knit together.]

Can't blame him, huh? So what's the big deal? No one ever did say. Other than Espio sayin' Toby wanted t' not remember nothin' or somethin' like that. Seems more like part a the flip out rather than the actual problem though...

[He scratches under his chin contemplatively, trying to work it out, and also commit to memory what Grell already told him. Ice cream for Toby and milkshakes for Espio. He'll probably never keep them straight but at least they're close enough.]

BBS

[youngnobelman]

Is this some sort of late Easter celebration?

Touma H. Norstein

[redcinemareel]

Or early, depending on how one looks at it.

[youngnobelman]

True. I hadn't thought anyone here celebrated it.

Touma H. Norstein

[redcinemareel]

Yes, so you can see why I would need them. They're a vital part of my celebration!

[Reapers celebrating Easter makes her chuckle.]

[youngnobelman]

I'll keep an eye out for them. I hadn't even thought to look for them on this world.

Touma H. Norstein

BBS

[fierybluebird]

Why eggs?

[redcinemareel]

I thought you would like something to sit on.

[fierybluebird]

Plastic ones?

[redcinemareel]

Should I have gotten some from the store?

[fierybluebird]

I wouldn't sit on eggs anyway. I'm not an incubator.