naeddre | w1 curfew: fóód court

[looking at both of them with concern actually.

haze floats over and pats throne on the shoulder. there there.]

[she glances at the shoulder pat from the little guy, and then over at sheba.]

... Hello.

I'd ask how you're holding up, but...

[throne's concern for temenos is fairly obvious.]

Can I help at all?

[a big sigh.]

... It's alright. You can help by taking care of yourself. Make sure that you eat.

[she nods]

That's the plan.

[probably no one here was willing to go hungry on hunger week.]

... At least the tiny oooo mage isn't here.

[:T]

The... oooo mage?

Yes.

[she holds her hands up to indicate something the size of a watermelon.]

A tiny man with a pointy hat who yelled ooo.

...that sounds... unique.

It was. Uniquely stupid.

...at least it's small enough you could probably kick it away?

[like a soccer ball...nyoom]

Oh. That would have been a good idea if he had been on the ground...

...was he floating?

He was sitting on the metal arm.

[...] Ah - the crane.

Oh... that makes it a little more difficult then.

[booooooooo.]