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xp_logsAmanda and her little sister catch up during Adrienne's Birthday Extravaganza.
Meggan was in the corner, retying the little blue bottle labeled ‘drink me’ to her, before she was certain it wouldn’t go missing. This time, it was being attached to her white apron belt, since the tag wasn’t holding as well enough to her side bow as she thought it would. Maybe she should have left it empty of soda, but it wouldn't have looked right. Still, it was better than little cookies decorated with ‘eat me,’ and nowhere near as messy. The party was fun, and she loved the costumes.
"See, that's the problem with dresses - they don't come with pockets." The voice came from the shorter-than-normal Maleficent who approached Meggan's corner. "Hey, you. I like that costume on you - talk about your perfect Alice."
There was that, true. The only apron that worked, and didn’t have funny sayings scrawled on it didn’t have deep enough pockets. “I almost tied it to my wrist…but I might hit someone. Wave hello, accidentally knock someone in the face with a bottle of ‘drink me’. Or hit myself with it,” Meggan winced with a grin. “Oh, thanks. Yours is fantastic, Amanda.” It really was. Those horns looked even better close up.
"Well, it's actually all your fault I even know Disney, so the credit is all yours," the witch said teasingly. "All those Disney movies you made me watch with you when you were little." She considered the problem bottle and then brightened. "Hang on a sec," she told Meggan and went over to the bar, returning with a length of twine. "Here we go," she continued, tying the bottle to the twine and then looping the twine over Meggan's head. "Hand's free magic potion, ta-dah!"
“All that Disney had to come in handy sometime,” Meggan pointed out. “That’s much better! Thank you.” Now she wouldn’t have to go searching for a stronger piece of ribbon to bind it even tighter. Turning it into a makeshift necklace with that twine was much more efficient. “Hand’s free magical soda. I may have thought the magical potion needed just a dash of carbonation,” she joked.
"Prop and refreshment all in one - very clever of you." Amanda looked around the party, where the mood was far lighter than it had been for a while. "I'm guessing you're riding high enough on the happy vibes that you don't need anything else, yeah?"
It might have been worse, but Meggan had immediately nixed the thought of bringing little ‘eat me’ cakes. That would have been too much to carry around with her, or have dangling from her dress, no matter if they were even real or not. “More than a bit, yeah,” she admitted. Soothing, relaxing--tonight was nice.
"How've you been holding up? At the mansion, I mean?"
“Pretty well? Things have been getting better,” Meggan said with a nod. She had gradually adjusted to particular people feeling a bit off after things, anyway. Which was probably to be expected. With things being relaxed at the party, it felt so much better than it had been before.
"Good - and any time you need a break, you can always grab your protective big brother for a 'port to somewhere quieter," Amanda suggested with a wry grin.
“I know. Or nap in a tree,” Meggan mused. “Then again, fewer annoyed birds with his way,” she grinned. It was normally angry birds getting territorial on her when anything happened at all in one of the trees. In that case, it was best to nap almost with one eye open, lest the branch be reclaimed by something that might have a nest in a completely different tree.
"You and your trees," Amanda teased. "I know there was a reason I called you Monkey Girl. Even without the fur."
Meggan was in the corner, retying the little blue bottle labeled ‘drink me’ to her, before she was certain it wouldn’t go missing. This time, it was being attached to her white apron belt, since the tag wasn’t holding as well enough to her side bow as she thought it would. Maybe she should have left it empty of soda, but it wouldn't have looked right. Still, it was better than little cookies decorated with ‘eat me,’ and nowhere near as messy. The party was fun, and she loved the costumes.
"See, that's the problem with dresses - they don't come with pockets." The voice came from the shorter-than-normal Maleficent who approached Meggan's corner. "Hey, you. I like that costume on you - talk about your perfect Alice."
There was that, true. The only apron that worked, and didn’t have funny sayings scrawled on it didn’t have deep enough pockets. “I almost tied it to my wrist…but I might hit someone. Wave hello, accidentally knock someone in the face with a bottle of ‘drink me’. Or hit myself with it,” Meggan winced with a grin. “Oh, thanks. Yours is fantastic, Amanda.” It really was. Those horns looked even better close up.
"Well, it's actually all your fault I even know Disney, so the credit is all yours," the witch said teasingly. "All those Disney movies you made me watch with you when you were little." She considered the problem bottle and then brightened. "Hang on a sec," she told Meggan and went over to the bar, returning with a length of twine. "Here we go," she continued, tying the bottle to the twine and then looping the twine over Meggan's head. "Hand's free magic potion, ta-dah!"
“All that Disney had to come in handy sometime,” Meggan pointed out. “That’s much better! Thank you.” Now she wouldn’t have to go searching for a stronger piece of ribbon to bind it even tighter. Turning it into a makeshift necklace with that twine was much more efficient. “Hand’s free magical soda. I may have thought the magical potion needed just a dash of carbonation,” she joked.
"Prop and refreshment all in one - very clever of you." Amanda looked around the party, where the mood was far lighter than it had been for a while. "I'm guessing you're riding high enough on the happy vibes that you don't need anything else, yeah?"
It might have been worse, but Meggan had immediately nixed the thought of bringing little ‘eat me’ cakes. That would have been too much to carry around with her, or have dangling from her dress, no matter if they were even real or not. “More than a bit, yeah,” she admitted. Soothing, relaxing--tonight was nice.
"How've you been holding up? At the mansion, I mean?"
“Pretty well? Things have been getting better,” Meggan said with a nod. She had gradually adjusted to particular people feeling a bit off after things, anyway. Which was probably to be expected. With things being relaxed at the party, it felt so much better than it had been before.
"Good - and any time you need a break, you can always grab your protective big brother for a 'port to somewhere quieter," Amanda suggested with a wry grin.
“I know. Or nap in a tree,” Meggan mused. “Then again, fewer annoyed birds with his way,” she grinned. It was normally angry birds getting territorial on her when anything happened at all in one of the trees. In that case, it was best to nap almost with one eye open, lest the branch be reclaimed by something that might have a nest in a completely different tree.
"You and your trees," Amanda teased. "I know there was a reason I called you Monkey Girl. Even without the fur."
