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[Neal wanders into the kitchen, journal in hand and Eevee tucked under one arm. He isn't entirely sure why it decided to follow him back to the castle, but he can totally handle a pet.
Really. He can.
Regardless, he is carefully stepping all over the Peeps, because marshmallow does not belong on designer shoes.]
You forget how all out the castle can go for holidays sometimes.
[that's when he notices the microwave's out. not that he uses it anyway, but other people might.]
That's odd. Usually everything is working when we get back from somewhere.
[Eevee is purring softly behind him as he places her down on the counter behind him. While Neal is investigating the source of the microwave issue -- maybe the castle left it unplugged -- and as he is doing so, Eevee, in all her infinite wisdom, sniffs at a black peep sitting close to her.
Sniff sniff sniff sniff ... and eventually just bites the head off. She chews for a moment, before spitting it out with relish. Ew. Ink.
Eventually Neal gives up, and when he turns around, the kitchen counter is covered in peeps of all colors.]
I always loved these things.
[he reaches over, picks up a green bunny and chews it for a moment, before reaching for a paper towel and spitting it out himself]
That tasted like grass. That isn't supposed to taste like ...
[there's the faint sound of a squish, and he looks down at his shoe, lifting it up to see the strings of marshmallow stretching between his shoe and the floor]
Crap.
[and apparently that's the last straw. The next thing he knows, the peeps are starting to explode all around him, and he, the journal, and his pet are being covered in marshmallow goo. He reaches over, grabs them both, and bolts out of the kitchen as fast as he can.]
Okay. Who rigged the exploding candy?
[Open to action or over the journal.]
Really. He can.
Regardless, he is carefully stepping all over the Peeps, because marshmallow does not belong on designer shoes.]
You forget how all out the castle can go for holidays sometimes.
[that's when he notices the microwave's out. not that he uses it anyway, but other people might.]
That's odd. Usually everything is working when we get back from somewhere.
[Eevee is purring softly behind him as he places her down on the counter behind him. While Neal is investigating the source of the microwave issue -- maybe the castle left it unplugged -- and as he is doing so, Eevee, in all her infinite wisdom, sniffs at a black peep sitting close to her.
Sniff sniff sniff sniff ... and eventually just bites the head off. She chews for a moment, before spitting it out with relish. Ew. Ink.
Eventually Neal gives up, and when he turns around, the kitchen counter is covered in peeps of all colors.]
I always loved these things.
[he reaches over, picks up a green bunny and chews it for a moment, before reaching for a paper towel and spitting it out himself]
That tasted like grass. That isn't supposed to taste like ...
[there's the faint sound of a squish, and he looks down at his shoe, lifting it up to see the strings of marshmallow stretching between his shoe and the floor]
Crap.
[and apparently that's the last straw. The next thing he knows, the peeps are starting to explode all around him, and he, the journal, and his pet are being covered in marshmallow goo. He reaches over, grabs them both, and bolts out of the kitchen as fast as he can.]
Okay. Who rigged the exploding candy?
[Open to action or over the journal.]