when your thoughts turn sour make them sweet instead

[sentree]

[ That was...positively horrible? Ugh. After a few hours, notes are slipped under each person's door. They read, in a neat handwriting: ]

Banquet in Vanellope's honor in the dining room.

- Reyna, Sally and Thalia

[ You may not know what to expect when they say banquet, but it...really is one, isn't it? Thalia's main dish is cheeseburgers, so there are so many of those, but the table's positively covered in an arrangement of fruit and vegetables and all kinds of bread. Looks like they've gone all out.

What's really the cream of it all, though, are the desserts. Not a lot that's special, but there's a wide collection of cookies and cupcakes, and enough hot chocolate to feed an army. Maybe literally. There is a section that's particularly fancy, and that's the many candy apples, definitely courtesy of Sally. Along with a cute amount of peppermint bark. It seems like the food is unending, too, since there's the delicatible smell of baking cookies and simmering candy from the kitchen. Thalia and Sally are keeping you stocked, don't worry. ]

Comments

[grownmammal]

I'm sure. I've gnawed on more than a few bones from people Mr. Big offed in Tundratown when I needed to make it between cons.

[darnsitall]

That's not very nice! You shouldn't chew on people unless they're okay with it!

[did you hear the whizzing sound of his point flying over her head]

[grownmammal]

...Lady. They're dead and not from wherever you are where the dead walk around. They don't get up, they don't talk, they don't do anything.

[darnsitall]

They sound awfully lazy if you ask me.

[grownmammal]

Ain't lazy. Just nothin' there. Got it? So Vanellope and Peston... They're not comin' back. So maybe realize why everyone's upset is 'cause a kid died and she won't be springing back to life as a zombie.

[darnsitall]

You think she'd be a zombie? I was thinking a ghost, myself. Mr. Northwest seems more like a zombie type. That's of course assuming they're really dead.

[wait what]

[grownmammal]

...Yeah. They're dead, lady. Maybe it doesn't work like that where you're from, but it works like that here.

[darnsitall]

You don't know that for sure! It's only been a few weeks and nobody's even died until now! And dying can really take a lot out of you.

[Just ask her, the 1993 Defenestration Champion.]

And that's assuming Mr. Narrator isn't an expert illusionist! I've seen a lot of really amazing effects, but what he did on that stage was something else. How did he get Mr. Northwest into that costume so quickly?

[grownmammal]

...Lady. More people are gonna die. You'd best ask our host how many of 'em are comin' back.

[darnsitall]

You've got an awful lot of cynicism for such a little guy! I'm sure we'll see them again soon.

[Wink, wink.]

[grownmammal]

[ Paw to face. Slooooowly dragging it down. ]

...You're crazy, lady.

[darnsitall]

If you think I'm crazy, just wait until you meet my friend, Jack. He's completely insane!

[You forget who you're talking to.]

[grownmammal]

[ Sally you make no sense and he's almost worried you're going to break when you realize that people won't come back. ]

[darnsitall]

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