9th Cubic Zirconium [Action/Dictated]

[yay_heiress]

[London is hot. It's summer and the sun is plentiful, but the cool breezes? Not so much. If you happen to see the heiress today, it'll likely be near the pond in the garden. She's lounging in a comfortable poolside chair donning a colorful two-piece, a floppy sun hat, and shades. She holds a silver tanning reflector beneath her chin and the cup holder on the arm of her chair houses a sweaty glass of pink lemonade. Her dog Ivanna has a miniature version of the poolside furniture, although hers is underneath the protective shadow of London's.

The heiress puts down the reflector just long enough to pull out her journal and speak into it.]

Does anyone else around here tan? I can't be the only one. Or maybe I am. Everyone around here is so pasty. A little sun couldn't hurt, people!

[She leaves her journal open beside her and resumes her tanning.]

Comments

[yay_heiress]

Ohhh. I guess that's not so bad.

But wait! If you've never done it, how do you know you can?

[whistles_the_blues]

The command is programmed into me? I know I can, but I've never had to do it before.

[yay_heiress]

Ohhh.

[She doesn't actually get it, but she's willing to let it slide.]