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[umbrastaff]

[The camera turns on, and shows these babies -


- before moving to show Lup's face.

She has a bit of flour on her nose.]

I call them 'Lupcakes'. This is prime Flour Up Desserts advertising, obviously.

[She grins and settles the phone at a good angle.]

Frosting's got some spice in it, like those red candies. I'm offering some taste-testing free of charge if you tell me a good story.

...or for any tips on really good napping spots. We elves might not need to sleep like you poor chums, but chagirl's got priorities next month and like half of it is gonna be naps.

[She's so into getting a real body, okay? This vessel was great but undeath is shit for snoozing.]

Comments

[umbrastaff]

[Oh yeah, that´s a good reaction. Lup looks delighted and fond as she watches Lucretia enjoy her treat.]

What's the verdict?

[scholiast]

(She makes the OK sign with her fingers before she swallows.)

Extremely good– what was in the icing again?

[umbrastaff]

Cinnamon! I got the idea after eating way too many of those red candies. I had to use the 'heat' in baking somehow, y'know?

[Obviously.]

...oh shit, look at my perm.

[Lup shows the page and grins like a fool.]

That was the worst.

[scholiast]

Well, you nailed it.

(She has another little bite, hand popping up to cover her mouth when Lup shows the picture of her with the perm, making her laugh. It's just as awful as she remembers.)

That's the benefit of being the chronicler; nobody draws your bad hairstyle. (She remembers it though. They'd convinced her to shave half of it off, and go for a sort of shit mohawk with what was left.)

[umbrastaff]

If 'nailing it' means looking like a grandma, I sure as fuck nailed it. Yeesh.

[She rolls her eyes, going through a few more pages of bad.]

You know, that's just bad chronicling, Luce! How can you just leave thing out like that!

[scholiast]

(Yes, there is no shortage of Lup with funny hair doodles to look at. Lucretia laughs, leaning back in her chair.)

It's selective journalism, thanks, I was protecting myself.

[umbrastaff]

You´re lying to the world!

[Snort.]

If the captain was here, he could make a really good illusion of your horrible mohawk. I'd pay him.

[scholiast]

(She taps her nose.)

Ah, but he's not! You'll have to be content with not knowing.