There were few in existence, and even fewer on the island, who held Mimsy at their beck and call. She put forth a great deal of effort -
too much, really - to exhibit this fact in most other instances where her presence was welcomed or requested, and tended to arrive at a time determined by her priorities.
She had taken her time with suspending her experiment, leisurely made her way towards her home to collect an assortment of the tea cakes and small sandwiches that were the result of tedious party practice, and visited Robert during his break when she finally reached the infirmary, all before she ever bothered with Twitter again.
Peyton's message that followed seemed innocuous enough, and nothing about the timing registered as suspicious, so she dropped her phone in her pocket and navigated into the infirmary again.
Now she would finally attend to what she had originally intended.
"Hello," she greeted her, pausing at the foot of her bed once she'd located it. "I have brought an offer of confections to compensate for your time."
The cellophane that was extended towards her contained only three little cakes now, all shaped like hearts. Each were coated with a base of white icing, with 'Eat Me' written in neat red cursive on top.
She smiled, crooked but mostly harmless.
