Got the dreamer's disease
The immediate dash back into play and imagination draws Fern the rest of the way forward, diving into the idea readily with another series of giggles and grins. She picks up her own set of tongs, whining and growling back in response to his. Hers at times, lunges forward to take ground that his gives up, and in response when he surges towards her, her metallic beast shrinks back and cowers, whimpering with the momentary defeat that is traded back and forth where possible.
When the play dwindled down, spent through the routine of possibilities, and nearby guests adding outwards pressure with presence alone, Fern's laughter died out into a fond sigh and she settled her creature into something slumbering back by the plate. "Sometimes things that smell good can kill you," she warns, eyes widening slightly at his lack of greater lines of control for consumption. "In fact, some things specifically try to smell tempting in order to trick you and eat you."
Her gaze shifts suspiciously to the buffet laid out, as if poison could be lurking among the succulent pile of delights. "My mom even told me that apples have cyanide in them, and tomatoes come from nightshade, which is deadly!" The horror of fruits and vegetables is endless, truly. His reading is spot on though, and despite the warped and drug out names, they are familiar. Fern instantly relaxes, all her conspiracies fading in an instant. "Oh, honey ham is delicious." Her tongs resume life and pluck up a piece for her own plate.
When the play dwindled down, spent through the routine of possibilities, and nearby guests adding outwards pressure with presence alone, Fern's laughter died out into a fond sigh and she settled her creature into something slumbering back by the plate. "Sometimes things that smell good can kill you," she warns, eyes widening slightly at his lack of greater lines of control for consumption. "In fact, some things specifically try to smell tempting in order to trick you and eat you."
Her gaze shifts suspiciously to the buffet laid out, as if poison could be lurking among the succulent pile of delights. "My mom even told me that apples have cyanide in them, and tomatoes come from nightshade, which is deadly!" The horror of fruits and vegetables is endless, truly. His reading is spot on though, and despite the warped and drug out names, they are familiar. Fern instantly relaxes, all her conspiracies fading in an instant. "Oh, honey ham is delicious." Her tongs resume life and pluck up a piece for her own plate.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
