Drusilla laughs delightedly and flips over the first of three cards lying in a row. "Your past?" The Fool appears. "It seems you didn't think, and that brought you all sorts of new things, such as catnip and mice."
She pours a saucer of cream for the cat and puts it down on the table.
*takes a couple of licks at the cream, cat-glowering at the Fool card* Rrrrrowwwwwwwrrrrrr.
Translation: I resent that remark greatly, but will admit that it's somewhat correct. I've already vowed never to go into Special Collections again. Now what?
no subject
She pours a saucer of cream for the cat and puts it down on the table.
no subject
Translation: I resent that remark greatly, but will admit that it's somewhat correct. I've already vowed never to go into Special Collections again. Now what?