Craft Fair~ Craft Fair!~

Oh, it looks like so much fun~! Looking around is great, but I wanna have a booth too!

Do it.

iwishtoconfess:

I will write about the following, leave one (or more) in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

OoC: Aunt needs to use the computer. I’ll probs be on later when she gets done. 

seriousfarmer sent: /Looks at Colleen and smiles/ Thanks! /hurries upstairs, sliding into Maya's room/ Maaaayaakins- /sees her passed out/ Oops. /peers over at notebook/ To wake or not to wake up, that's the question.

/Her finger twitches and she mutters something about a fish made out of taffy, but shows no signs of waking. There’s a thin trail of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth. Her notebook is filled with doodles, mainly of cakes, but at a certain point she starts drawing little chibis of people in the village. There’s a line where the pencil trailed completely off the paper./

seriousfarmer sent: /peeks around/ Hm... /makes a face/ Huh... Where is she? ((Harassing Maya, yes? Yes))

/Colleen sees Jill wandering around the inn and approaches her/ “If you’re looking for Maya, she’s up in her room, dear.”

/Maya’s splayed out on her bed, shoes off, lying on her stomach, passed out. Her arm is framed around a notebook, one hand limply holding a pencil. There’s an open bag of salt-water taffy on the floor surrounded by wrappers/

figmentfinn:

[Flits up, dripping with milk and attempting to brush it off of him.] M-m-my—my— p-p-precious— h-h-

WAHHHHH— [Flails and sobs, pushing his hands into his eyes, flying right over the girl sitting on the ground and trailing drippings of strawberry milk over her head.] WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH

Oh, oh please don’t cry! Please? Pretty pretty pretty please? /Wipes the moisture from her eyes and looks around, trying to find what or who she’s talking to. Looks up as she feels milk dripping on her head/ 

We can fix this! Somehow… So please, pretty please with cream and sugar and cherries on top don’t cry! /pats the top of her head where she felt the liquid/ Um…and, um, where are you? 

its-not-a-death-ray sent: A girl, yes-- Columbia, actually, I think we decided-- it is very soon, yes! Ahah-- very excited! Very, very excited! And a little scared, of course, ahah-- but I hear that's quite common among fathers-to-be, hmhm. ♪ [Gives her a lopsided, anxious smile.] Good heavens, I'll take any old thing - whatever you've got! I'm staying in one of the rooms upstairs and there's not a single thing I've tried of your granny's cooking so far I haven't loved.

Columbia! It sounds beautiful!~ /smiles warmly/ I’m sure you and Carl’ll do perfectly fine! If you ask me, little Columbia’s lucky to get such amazing parents! /giggles/

Well, um, how about shark fin soup? It’s normally pretty expensive, but you know the chef’s granddaughter, so you’re lucky enough to get it for free! /giggles as she ducks into the kitchen and starts heating up the soup, getting out some ingredients to make a couple of sandwiches too/ Granny’ll be happy to hear that! 

What have you been up to recently, Louis? How’s the Junk Shop?