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I seem to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.
Not only am I soaking wet, which is nearly ten times as worse when you have a long gown on, I am also freezing.
Can anyone tell me where in good heavens name I have ended up?
Direct me to some warmer clothing?

[Yeah, Jane looks like a drowned rat. This is not how she imagined she would be spending this day.]

(I seem to have gotten myself into quite a pickle.
Not only am I soaking wet, which is nearly ten times as worse when you have a long gown on, I am also freezing.
Can anyone tell me where in good heavens name I have ended up?
Direct me to some warmer clothing?)

ooc: Jane will be arriving a few hours after this post !

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Sure, do what you want. If you need a place to put the smuppets, you can pile them in my room.

[But that won't stop them from creeping back into the rest of the house. They simply cannot be contained.]

Roxy's been making rum cake. We don't tend to cook. Maybe Roxy knows how to make something with pumpkins, but there wasn't much to practice with back home.

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[The thing that honestly concerns her is the amount of bottles. But she assumes those have been piling up for awhile.]

For your information, those things are highly out of proportion. [The nose is huge, and so is the hind quarters. But you know Jane is a little innocent on those things so her mind isn't even really going there.]

Ah, so then I need to treat you fellows to a home cooked dinner? It would be my pleasure.

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[They have been piling up for months, it isn't as bad as it looks. Dirk makes sure that Roxy isn't going to hurt herself drinking.]

They're not meant to be realistic. [Oh, Jane. Some day you will learn. And you will probably be vaguely embarrassed to know this guy.]

As if we would object to a meal from Miss Crocker herself.

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[As Jane continues to worry about Roxy drinking anyways. She just quirks a smile, she can't control what her friends do in their own house.]

I see, well then they just look very odd. [She might already be vaguely embarrassed to know him. From even looking at the smuppets.]

Splendid. I will just have to find the nearest market to find the things necessary to cook us all a wonderful feast.

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It's how they're supposed to look. Don't worry about it. [And he'll just continue to be amused by her lack of understanding.]

What, Roxy hasn't given you the grand tour yet?

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Okay then, if you say so. [Dirk should wait to ruin the innocence of the puppet. He should probably wait until they're good and settled.]

Well, we went shopping for dry clothing and that was about it. [Her still soaking wet golden jammies are hanging outside.]

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[He'll be waiting until they're settled for a lot of things. He's not cruel, honestly.]

Then I can show you where the markets are, unless you'd like to make the trip yourself.

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If you'd like to go with me that would be wonderful.

[She is more than willing to take her best friends everywhere with her. Smuppets, mutual crushes. They have so much to talk about.]

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[So many non-awkward topics of conversation.]

Can't leave a lady without an escort, can I?

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[She puts her hand on the door. We don't have to continue the whole shopping thing if you don't want to.]

You're such a gentleman.