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The princess of his dreams went right back to peeling potatoes because he had told her to. Edgar's head was swimming, and he watched her with intoxicated, half-lidded eyes, fists clenched to prevent himself from reaching out to her.

He hastily got back into character as she turned back around, clearing his throat again.

"Carrots?! O, my lady, thy wish is my command!" Which would have been more impressive, were he not commanding her to peel carrots as a result. "Carry on, then!"

Something hit him in the head, knocking his crown onto the ground. Scandalized, he snatched it up and put it back - then looked in the direction that the offending object had come from. There was only one person close enough, and she was looking right at him. She was definitely taller than him, but she didn't look very strong, and she was obviously a total nerd.

"Thou art foolish to strike me, peasant!" Enraged, he waved his weapon towards the woman (--maybe, your highness, you should consider--), giving her his most impressively intimidating scowl. "Thy knoweth not who ye hath crossed! We wilt make thee regret this!"

To really put the finishing touches on his threat, (--please, my king!) he mockingly drew the misericorde across his throat.

"YOU FIEND."



After his comically exaggerated reaction of horror, Jordan flung the squashed banana at Robert and dived aside, doing a dramatic roll over to the pile of potatoes. He snatched one up and held it up threateningly, made a "pulling-the-pin" motion, and tossed that at Robert too.

Grown men, really.

Mimsy burst out laughing, turned around, and walked away.


The direction she chose to walk in happened to be the direction that Robert had also chosen only moments before, so she soon found herself face-to-face with a vegetable fight. The laughter abruptly stopped, and she just stared at both of them in silence.

Then Robert disabled his opponent's banana, which deserved to be properly addressed. She whistled and began to clap, and appropriately gasped at the grenade.

"Noooo, Robert! Look out!"

Jordan burst out laughing, no longer able to contain it. He skittered to the side, still giggling, and armed himself with a carrot. Something visibly occurred to him, and he grabbed up a second carrot in the other hand and assumed a ninja pose. "HIYAH. HAVE AT YOU."

Robert stared at the carrot sticking out from between her arm and body, and gaped in open horror. "MIMSY NOOOO!" He screamed, bending down to bite the carrot and rip it away with his teeth. He spit it out, and put his hand on her side, putting pressure on a wound that wasn't even there.

He could hear the tune of A Little Fall of Rain playing in his mind.

"I swear to you," He huffed out in a growl. "I will not rest until you are AVENNNNNGED."

He hopped back up to his feet, and stared at the ninja, for that was what he was, was a ninja - a carrot ninja! - and he huffed.

And he puffed.

And he came barrelling towards Jordan, full speed ahead. He was going to take those carrots like a champ, because life wasn't worth living now that Mimsy had been carrotized. He was, however, going to smush Jordan underneath his body, easily forgetting how dangerous the weight of his actual body was as opposed to carrots and potatoes.

Due to the fact that Mimsy had not actually died from a fatal carrot wound, she just rolled over onto her stomach after the promising display of loyalty that led Robert to seek his revenge. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him chase Jordan, who had very intelligently opted to run at this point. It was entertaining, and she giggled in her amusement at first; then she realized that 'dying' might have been a mistake, as she had effectively removed herself from this game.

Ah.

Well, he would probably come back.

Any time now.

It probably shouldn't have been a surprise that when it came to cleaning anything in a very perfect (some would say a**l) way, Melvin was good at it. He had already worked through 3 potatoes and was quickly going through 4 more. All those years of peeling potatoes at his grandmother's house during Thanksgiving were paying off.


Taters Peeled: 4
Taters Total: 7

He plopped a few clean potatoes into the pot, but was slowing down the more he focused on trying to get every little speck off and any sign of bruises. His pace was slowing and his concentration was rising.



Taters Peeled: 2
Taters Total: 11