jello? jello anyone?
[And so, later after that absolutely lovely end to the trial, the guests of the Murder Manor (tm) will find themselves with an invitation slipped under their doors. The handwriting is godawful but still legible, hopefully. They're not signed by anyone though.
FOOD AND DRINK PROVIDED BY YOURS TRULY
Though, when you actually get there the food is.... definitely not anything you'd ever want to eat. There's chicken in jello, vegetables in jello, cake in jello. Like, nothing is free of jello.
Oh, and the drinks? Among them is a bowl labeled vodka, but it's definitely not vodka. It's actually straight up vinegar, but no one has to know that right?
Last but not least is an absolutely lovely banner made out of a bed sheet hanging over the door that leads into the area that just says "FUCK YOU" in big letters.
Anyway, go wild. Have a awful great time.]

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[She's...not going to lie, she's having fun with this. It's a low-stakes operation, and it feels good to make light of the situation for once. She needs that, right now.
Leia ducks into the kitchen, dumps the whole bag into the garbage, and comes back, wiping her hands clean of any imaginary remnants of jello.]
Your discretion is highly appreciated as usual, Arrow.
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[He's taking this entirely seriously, he doesn't have the capacity to otherwise.]
We can rest easier knowing that no one might accidentally consume that now.
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[She cocks her head toward the "vodka" bowl.]
Apparently even that's not meant to be drunk by itself. Tasted fine to me, though.
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[He's not judging, just kind of impressed.]
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[She's so hardcore.]
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