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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[glacial_queen]

"Mr. Worthington," Karla said, giving him a small, but genuine smile. "Thank you for coming. We weren't sure if you'd be able to make it."

She'd been tempted to call him 'Dad,' just to see what he'd do, but their last meeting had gone very well and their supplies were coming at a decent clip, so she figured she could be polite.

"I saw you appreciating the dining room," she added with a twinkle in her eye. "It's the first room we managed to decorate since we won the war. I think it came out wonderfully, don't you?"

Polite did not negate trolling.

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

Dear lord. Was she serious? Warren looked from Karla toward the gilding on the walls, gave a slow nod, and then looked back at her with a polite smile that was as far from sincere as he could possibly manage.

"It's very eye-catching," he said, because that seemed to be the most... politic answer he could manage, all things considered. "And how long did this take?"

Also, could she please point out their interior decorator so that he could avoid them forever?

[glacial_queen]

"Oh, I've been collecting the figurines for years," Karla said, picking one up and showing it to him. "One doesn't amass a collection this size over just a few months. Each piece was carefully selected to make sure that it met my meticulous standards."

She was a terrible person. Who let her talk to people? Seriously, who?

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

How meticulous could those standards possibly be?

"And where did you keep them, might I ask?"

Because last Junior could recall, Karla had been unable to return to the family home, fearing for her life. He suspected that she was being... Karla at him, but he was a guest in her home, so...

"It is a fairly sizable collection, after all."

[glacial_queen]

Karla being Karla was generally a good guess, truth be told.

"Oh, have I never showed you?" Karla offered him a grin, picked up a figurine and vanished it. "One more little trick I can do with Craft. You'd be surprised how much I can carry this way."

She called it back in and set it down again, taking a moment to fuss to make sure it sat just so. Because she cared about such things, dontcha know.

[warren-jr.livejournal.com]

Warren couldn't for the life of himself begin to fathom why anyone would want to carry so much garbage around with them.

... Or wherever Karla had put that thing. But for a moment, it was out of sight, and he was fine with that.

"Apparently so," he agreed, side-eyeing the figurine. "That's... quite the trick."

He was judging you, Karla. You and Kaeleer.

[glacial_queen]

Karla could handle being judged for the sake of hilarity.

"I'm full of little surprises," she said. "Oh! That reminds me! I have a gift for you!" She called in a monstrosity and looked up at Jr with large eyes. "As a thank you for coming. Not the best of my collection, obviously, but something for you to look at and think of us."

[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.