Sweets for the Sweet (LOL alert!)

[maydayqueen]

The May Queen is back in the forum. It's safe to assume she left at some point; Frea's wearing a new (but still floral) dress and today's flower crown is made of evening primroses and bleeding hearts. She's also got a bright smile and a plate of cookies, both of which are offered to any interested passers-by from her perch atop a low stone wall. If she ever had shoes, she either hasn't found them or isn't on speaking terms with them; her bare feet swing and tap a rhythm against the stones while she waits for someone to talk to.

"Anyone want a cookie?"

((Beware! The cookies are LOLed. Different cookies will give your character a day or two of various motherly instincts and/or symptoms.
--Peanut butter cup-stuffed chocolate cookies mean your character experiences a phantom pregnancy. Give them any or all of the worst and most cliched symptoms. Bloating, aches and pains, hormonal shifts, morning sickness, cravings, whatever you want to inflict on your poor characters who probably totally deserve it.
--Chocolate chip cookies will turn your character into a Mother hen. Which may be useful, given what's going on around them; it may at the same time be incredibly annoying.
--Sugar cookies with the super sparkly sugar tops make your character a Fairy Godmother. Whether or not they can do minor magic to help fulfill the wishes of the worthy is up to you, but either way, they're going to feel compelled to help make happy endings come true.
--Oatmeal raisin cookies will help your characters remember their connections to the earth and make them total Earth Mothers. Be one with nature! Talk to the animals! Just remember, mostly they talk about food and sex; it's not as fun as Disney makes it seem.))

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[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Dear me," he counters slyly, "the ways that could be taken. Delighted to meet you, Miss Frea, please feel free to call me Schön." Looking the cookies over thoughtfully, he adds, "do you have a favorite?"

[maydayqueen]

Getting caught out makes her laugh. It's almost like she maybe meant it that way a little bit, but she couldn't possibly. "Thank you, Schön! You don't have to call me 'miss'. I like all the cookies, but I can't possibly eat them all myself."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

He flashes a grin. "Frea it is." His fingers hover thoughtfully for a moment, before he takes up a sparkly-topped sugar cookie. "One of these, I think. What in unskilled hands seems ordinary is oft elevated by excellence to the level of the sublime. Thus, we may know the caliber of an artist, not by their rare great works, but by their everyday efforts." Raising the cookie as if in a toast, he takes a bite.

[maydayqueen]

Frea watches him carefully, and when he goes to take a bite she's giggling. Only because he's being overly poetic about cookies. Surely. That must be it. It's not that she's a bad baker; she's not great, but everything's perfectly good, and there's a tingle of an unexpected something that gets in the back of the throat...

"Oh, I think you'll find it pretty surprising," she admits as he's enjoying that first taste.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Surely. Or... ah; the tingle is somewhat familiar. Magic. And... is he sparkling? Yes. Constellations of glittery points of light suddenly adorn the dark parts of his suit and hat. Was the head of his cane always a gem-encrusted silver star? Probably not.

"Surprising, indeed," he admits, tipping his hat out of respect for the trick well-played. "I should be quite interested to know the recipe."

[maydayqueen]

There's a feeling she'd applaud if she weren't holding a plate of cookies. She's certainly grinning like a fiend while she admires those sparkling additions.

"We'll see." A slow 'yes' is better than a swift 'no'. "You look nice."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Schön can be patient. In the meantime, he takes a bow with very little irony in it, then dusts off a sleeve (nope, still glitter) and flicks away a sparkly cloud which descends on a passing snail.

Said snail is now living its dreams of flight.

"Oh. Well, my my. I may need to tuck some of this away--a promise made, and all. I don't suppose there's anything you've been wishing for? Apart from an afternoon's amusement?"

[maydayqueen]

Frea answers the bow with a curtsy, or what would have been a curtsy if she wasn't distracted by watching the snail flying around. It's so cute! Flying snails! This should be a thing!

Wait, question. "Oh, no, thank you but I'm quite happy for now. You go and enjoy yourself, I'm sure there are people here who could use all kinds of help."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"As you like." He straightens his hat, then thinks better of it and adjusts it to a rakish angle. "I do hope we meet again, madame. I would very much like to compare methods, sometime."

For now, though, he has places to be. He gives his cane a twirl, then cracks its end sharply against the ground, vanishing in an explosion of glitter and a soft tinkling of bells. Considerately, the glitter manages not to bedeck the cookies or their creator.