+ appointments

[strangelyliteral]

Please follow the format below:

- If it's a private journal ring: [ voice + date ] (i.e. [Voice - April 11])

- A private journal note: [ written + date ] -- of course, if it's just a note saying "lets meet here", it can progress to action quickly enough.

- A knock/planned meeting/continued thread/etc and so forth: [ action + date ]

Comments

[degleamed]

It's that...and something else. [ Something reassuring and calming. ] I guess I just have a good feeling about this idea.

[strangelyliteral]

You should feel good about it! Change is good. It's the money you get back if you have to spend or exchange a really large bill, which makes it better.

[degleamed]

[ She chuckles. ] I see! Then...I hope I get lots of change.

[strangelyliteral]

Good, because I think you deserve it. And we've only just met! I am Anya.

[degleamed]

And I'm Rapunzel. It's nice to meet you, Anya. [ She isn't sure why she was so nervous before. She's practically beaming now. It feels great. ]

[strangelyliteral]

Now you look like you're feeling better, too. [And she might not just be talking about the bright smile the princess is sporting.]

[degleamed]

I am, actually. Much better. Thank you.

[strangelyliteral]

That's me, always happy to help.

[And it's not even all Twila's doing. The spirit's presence has boosted her desire to be productive - and is might now quietly basking in the satisfaction of quietly recruiting another to it's cause.]

[degleamed]

Would you like something to eat? [ A beat. ] It'll cost you, of course.

[strangelyliteral]

No problem. What's your best filling pastry?

[degleamed]

Hmm...I make a great apple fritter.

[strangelyliteral]

And how much help would you say that's worth?

[degleamed]

Well, the stove hasn't been cleaned for awhile...

[strangelyliteral]

I want an apple fritter, not a dozen donuts.

[degleamed]

Oh...[ She furrows her brow. ] Maybe you could...take out the trash?

[strangelyliteral]

[Hmmm.]

If you throw in a little something extra, I could be willing to sweep and mop your floors.

[degleamed]

A slice of lemon cake?

[strangelyliteral]

Sold! Where do you keep your broom?

[degleamed]

In the closet next to the dishwasher, thanks.

[strangelyliteral]

No problemo. I'm one girl who knows her way around a broom handle.

[degleamed]

Just let me know when you're done, then, and I'll get you your treats.

[strangelyliteral]

[And she's already started sweeping.

... So many crumbs. This might be worth an extra cookie or two.]