Twenty Four Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

If I recall correctly, there are a lot of people who've had birthdays come and go in the castle, yes? There's not a lot of funny business to them, is there? I've only got a month until my own, and I'd like to be ready. Might as well have one sweet sixteen I don't bungle...

Ahem! Yes, well! Look at all this pie! I've never seen so many kinds...some of which are definitely inedible, yes. I'm pretty sure the one I found in my room is made of shaving cream.

Hm...I think I'll take a walk, see what other kinds of pies I can find. Hoo hoo hoo!

((OOC: Feel free to run into Jane on her walk, but she can and will pie you in the face. Let me know in the subject line of your tag if this is okay!))

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[nukeoleptic]

-- oh! What day is your birthday?

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[cyan_maid]

April 13th! So it's almost exactly a month away.

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[nukeoleptic]

You and John have the same birthday! I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

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[cyan_maid]

We do? Oh wow, I had no idea!

[John when is it not your birthday]

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[nukeoleptic]

We'll definitely have to celebrate.

Go ahead and try, Jane~

[is_mafia]

[Giotto is actually walking down to the kitchen, minding his own business and doesn't even notice Jane, too busy picking his way through the pies.

He wants anything but cursed pies, okay. :|]

Oh boy oh boy

[cyan_maid]

[Jane's on the other side of the kitchen, carefully picking her own way through pies. She doesn't want to throw hot pies, or pies filled with inanimate objects. The key lime pie in her grasp seems perfect-

And then she has you in her sights.]

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Giotto!

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[cyan_maid]

Of course! Do you know how old he'll be?

[is_mafia]

Hm? [He looks over to see Jane...with a pie? She wasn't honestly going to throw it at him, was she?]

[cyan_maid]

[Not until you were facing her way.] Surprise!

[PIE'S COMING RIGHT TOWARDS YOU WHAT DO]

[is_mafia]

[Sorry, Jane, Giotto has his supernatural sixth sense called Hyper Intuition and he can see it coming. So he just gracefully ducks under it, letting it harmlessly pass over his head. Nice try, Jane.]

Good throw, but next time? Don't warn me first. [Though he'd still probably dodge it mostly.]

[cyan_maid]

[Jane's face - and prankster's gambit - drops.]

Aw, shoot! How'd you do that?

[is_mafia]

It's a secret. [Only not really.] Are you just lying in wait to throw pies at people?

[cyan_maid]

Maaaaybe. But it's just for fun! I'm careful not to throw pies that might seriously hurt someone.

[is_mafia]

Sounds safe enough. [It's just pie, albeit probably cursed pie.]

[cyan_maid]

[Well it's not like she can check for curses.]

You won't tell anyone, will you? I haven't dished out a good prank in ages, and you can't go wrong with a pie to the face!

[is_mafia]

Your secret is safe with me, Jane. [He's now searching the fridge for something that's not pie to eat.]

[cyan_maid]

Thank you very much!

[She goes to rushs off, but doubles back to peek into the fridge over his shoulder.] What are you doing, if you don't mind me asking?

[is_mafia]

[He glances at her, a hint of a smile.] Food that isn't a castle pie.

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[nukeoleptic]

.. I don't, actually. I'm not sure how long he's been here.

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[cyan_maid]

Neither am I. We should ask him!

[cyan_maid]

Good luck with that!

[After a moment, she reaches over and takes a meringue pie from the fridge. Yes, this perfect ammo.]

[is_mafia]

And good luck with your prank. ...And that pie.

[cyan_maid]

Thank you!

[Aaaand she's off!]

[patching_up]

Your birthday? Um-- what do you do on a birthday?

We never really celebrated anything like that...