Misses her 'friends'

[huddahuddafire]

Hrr hudda.

*She still has her little communicator though.*

When am I going back? I miss my friends. I miss my bench.

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[huddahuddafire]

Oh right. And wine! They like that.

*See? She's the most responsible Spy owner ever.*

[hasstandards]

That's right. And the one likes a bag of marshmallows every now and then.

[huddahuddafire]

Which one?

[hasstandards]

Er.

[How to describe which Spy is which when they both wear the same thing.]

Just toss the bag to 'em and see which one goes for it.

[huddahuddafire]

What should I get the other one? I don't want them to think I love one of them more than the other.

*She read that's bad in the "Keeping Spies as Pets" handbook that she may or may not have pretended to read.*

[hasstandards]

I don't know. I'm not a bloody expert on this. Get him some cologne or something.

[huddahuddafire]

Okay! Thank you. You're really nice.

[hasstandards]

No worries. I'm not sure most would agree with you there, but I'll take your word for it.

[huddahuddafire]

*Nod nod*

And you have a fancy hat.

I don't have a hat.

*BEHOLD: the saddest Pyro you ever did see. Which.. looks pretty much the same as the normal Pyro.*

[hasstandards]

[And somehow, he gets the vague sense that Pyro is disappointed. Probably all that time spent with his own wearing into him.]

What, your mask doesn't count?

[huddahuddafire]

A mask isn't a hat.

*Look at how perceptive she is! Someone give the woman a prize!*

[hasstandards]

Well, make yourself one. I've seen you Pyros wearin' just about anything as hats.

[huddahuddafire]

Anything?

*Oh. Oh no. Stop her STOP HER!*

[hasstandards]

[Rather than stopping her, he's going to stare and possibly regret answering.]

Well, yeah. I saw one wearin' a glove once. He was also carryin' a mailbox at the time though, so I'm not sure you oughtta consider his choice in hats.

[huddahuddafire]

Did he have a lot of letters?

[hasstandards]

A lot of—? Oh. No, he was usin' it as a weapon... I think.

[huddahuddafire]

Oh.

*Thinking. Thinking.

You can actually see the gears turning. They need some grease.*

Was it on fire?

[hasstandards]

... No. It was a mailbox.

[Regretting telling Pyro this in three, two, one...]

[huddahuddafire]

But think how much better it would be if it was a mailbox that was on FIRE.

[hasstandards]

[Annnnd regretting it.]

... Right. That'd be loads better.

[huddahuddafire]

It would be! But first I need a hat! I can't do anything without a hat.

*And she's off to go hat hunting. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

[hasstandards]

[He's just going to wait right here. No, he does not want to see what she finds.]

[huddahuddafire]

*Oh yes he does. And he will because she's back.

And some little kid will be devastated when he gets home. Because she's just taken a fishbowl and plopped it upside down on her head. There's a fat goldfish swimming round and her face, and a bubbling treasure chest on her head. The little castle and gravel are floating around near the top. She is just so so stylish.*

[hasstandards]

[More staring, though now he's a little uncomfortable.]

Er. That's... not really what I meant by a hat.

[huddahuddafire]

But it has a fish in it! It's the best kind of hat.