Posted at 6:30am

[quinning]

IS ANYONE AWAKE RIGHT NOW?

THE MISTLETOE IS IN THE TREES
I went for my skate and now I'm stuck on the lake. Anyone want to be my knight in shining armour? I'm under one of the willows by the dock. (Don't actually wear shining armour; the freezing charms I used will only hold so much weight.)

Here, I'll even draw a map:




[The map is even less legible than it looks up there because Quinn is a truly truly terrible artist. Feel free to judge her. & The associated IC/OOC comment is here.]

Comments

[quinning]

Aw, shucks! I'm feeling the love.

Really? That's what you're most concerned about?! (I'm in the Shed. You can have the cinnamon roll if you make it through the protein bar and banana.)

[jijmjr]

What I'm MOST concerned about is what flavor this protein bar is? Is it one of the peanut butter ones or the gross pruny ones?

But, for real, I'm glad you didn't freeze to death.

[quinning]

Blueberry muffin; I'm trying to trick you into thinking it's real baked goods. Is it working?

Even though I bequeathed my hockey sticks to you, despite them being too small for your giant height? D'aw.

[jijmjr]

I'm not that difficult to trick. Can I have a less phallic fruit, though?

Your puny hockey sticks would snap in my mighty hands like kindling for I am A MOUNTAIN AMONG MEN. Six whole feet of rock hard muscle. As unscalable as Everest.

[quinning]

No, you need potassium. Just pretend it's a dick submarine sandwich.

[...] My sticks deserve more respect than that. I'm leaving them to Keating, she'll grow into them.

[jijmjr]

I'm easy to trick, but not that easy. If there is one thing in this world I know, it's what a submarine sandwich tastes like.

That's a good call. She deserves them. Can I have your squeaky mittens?

[quinning]

Just eat the goddamn darn banana, McBride. It's not going to kill you.

They've felted to my hands so there's no way they'll fit your massive ham-fists. If you ask Gord really nicely he might knit you a pair. Like, really nicely. Maybe he has a yarn that honks...

[jijmjr]

Oh gosh dernit! Fine.

Alright, help me draft a letter.

Dear Spaghetti Squash,

How's the weather in Canada? I hope all that lake effect snow is driving up your yarn sales. You'll need that money to pay for your daughter's healer training. Or to bail her out of jail. Not sure yet. She's a really bad influence, you know? All that sledding nonsense was definitely her idea, but don't worry, I fell on my sword for her. You're welcome. To make it up to me, do you think I could get a pair of those sweet squeaker mittens? I wear size Ham Fists.

Thanks in advance!

Sincerely,
JESSE

[quinning]

I'm going to fucking kill you

[jijmjr]

Oh, you're right. How rude.


P.S. - How's Flo?
P.P.S. - What do you think of the new bachelor(ette?) ??