Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-28358106-20170216220752

"Pfft, see? That's what I'm talking about. Prime opportunity for fun, but noooo.  He has to make some bullshit hero speech and make an exit." Cyndwella sighs and sits up.

-Later that evening-

Hex lays out the last bit of silverware for Eva's place at the table in the ballroom. A sumptuous smell fills the entire room, rich and aromatic. She smiles at her own handiwork and flutters over to a stove, which is inexplicably set up in a far corner of the vast room where there wasn't one before today.

But one is there now, and she is hovering over it---literally---like a concerned bee over a flower of her own creation. Lifting a wooden spoon, she tastes a little sample from a simmering pot. She turns and looks to Eva, who is relaxing on the other side of the room.

"Supper is almost ready, Eva! Just a few more minutes."