A Private Dining Room, The Estate, Glacia

[glacial_queen]

The small dining room that Karla had set aside for her 'out of town' guests to dine in tonight was one of the ones they hadn't gotten around to denuding of Ludmilla's and/or Hobart's horrible taste in decor yet. Karla had chosen it deliberately, figuring her friends might get a kick out of how completely hideous it was. Everyone knew that extravagantly tacky surroundings aided digestion, right?

Well, Karla was a Healer. She's swear to it, anyway.

And, who knew? Maybe she'd give everyone a souvenir or something! 'I came to Karla's coronation and all I got was this ugly figurine.'

This was how they knew she cared!

Tomorrow was for long, boring speeches and painful formality. Tonight, she was looking forward to just hanging out with friends, having a good time, and threatening to make people sleep in some of the bedrooms that had thus far escaped redecoration.

Any question where Glacia's treasury had wandered off to?

[Open for pretty much anyone who wanted to be invited for the coronation that's absolutely not happening tomorrow! Up early for mega SP, because SP is wonderful. NFB for off-island shenanigans.]

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[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

Well, that was... it... certainly... was... a...

A...

Jr. had to squint at it for a moment in order to fully appreciate what it was that she was trying to pass off on him, here.

"I'll cherish it forever," he replied, his tone maybe a little dry as he made certain to arrange it on the table so that it was facing away from him. Because clearly everyone else needed to bask in the splendor.

Or something.

[glacial_queen]

"I'm thinking it might find a home on your desk at work!" Karla said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to any dryness in tone. "Or perhaps on your nightstand at home. Somewhere where you can see if often."

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

It would make a unique sort of paperweight if he were to, say, bury it under a ton of concrete...

"The desk in my office is quite cluttered at the moment, I'm afraid," Jr. replied, raising an eyebrow and looking thoughtful for a moment. "Of course, the table in my boardroom could certainly use a new centerpiece."

It might distract from the claw marks in it.

[glacial_queen]

Karla was going to cough, there, and try not to blush. "Ah," she said faintly. "I see."

And a slight dip of her head in acknowledgement of a successful score on Jr's behalf.

...Not that she was admitting anything, of course.