also
[ points at both her rebirth self and tea party time croissant ]
i swear there's something going on between those two. my witch senses can feel it
when your alternate selves are a ghost princess, a girl who fell into a fucked up version of wonderland and whatever rebirth is
the multiverse really likes to play with me. mf i see how it is
From the sky, she descends, hands tightly holding on to the stick of the broom. Once the restaurant is within sight, Charlotte shifts her positionใผnow standing on it with little to no problem.
ใผใผand she jumps off the broom, doing a little twirl in the air before slowly >
" Well isn't this just my luck. One of the ingredients that I need only exists in my home world. Just when I wanted to add that dish to the menu list... "
Sighs. Oh well. It's not like she got any choices.
" ...Time to prepare for some world hopping after awhile. "
Seeing that she is still resisting, Mousse picks up his ( old ) blanket and wraps it around her.
. . . It's a bit too small ( it was his when he was stuck in ' little kid ' form ), but it should get the point across. She needs to sleep.
Okay. At least that's enough to appease him.
Not that she's lying about it. She can feels Croissant staring hole onto her. She swears, that winged food soul knows what she's currently up to.
Someone need to beat self care into her brain. Or else she absolutely won't, especially with how she is.
Again. Must resist the puppy eyes. If she can resists Pizza's, then she can resists his.
Well... She hopes she can.
And while sleep does sounds lovely, I still need to make a trip to Palata to get ingredients for some new recipes. So.
Yeah, sleep can wait until I'm done with them.