[phone/action]- Who wants a drink?

[pinkscarflady]

The town has seen fit to return to me my personal bar. I seem to recall promising drinks to several you so feel free to come and collect.

And anyone else who is interested in a beverage of slightly higher quality than is usually available in Mayfield may pay a visit to 311 Miller street at their leisure.

[And Mom will be waiting, reacquainting herself with the many fine offerings in her personal liquor collection.]

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Phone - Because being droned probably put a wrench in her part time job hahah

[windows_hyliaedition]

[Heyyyy this girl sounds familiar.]

Before I extend my congratulations on the return of such an item, I must apologize.

It would appear I was not myself for a number of weeks, which would mean I was additionally unavailable for any tasks I was required to complete.

Re: Phone

[pinkscarflady]

I wouldn't worry. The town delights in complicating everyone's schedule.

But considering the circumstances, you're welcome to join me for a few drinks, if you like.

Phone

[windows_hyliaedition]

Understood.

...Due to recent circumstances, I am unfortunately reliant on a recently regained 'device' for use of hands...

I must apologize in advance for anything he may say.

Re: Phone

[pinkscarflady]

He?

[Her tone is somewhere between intrigued and amused.]

Am I to understand this device is sentient?

[windows_hyliaedition]

Indeed. Scrapper is a sentiment being. He appears to be quite keen on my approval, and willingly assists.

However he is also unfortunately quick to insult most male existences in the vicinity.

[Fi, you don't seem to realize the obvious reason for that...]

[pinkscarflady]

[Her tone is decidedly teasing.]

Ah, so he's the jealous type, is he?

[windows_hyliaedition]

Jealous?

[What.]

...Aah... [AND SUDDENLY, REALIZATION HITS.] ...This is a potential problem...

[pinkscarflady]

[She laughs.]

Not necessarily. You just have to know how to handle that sort of man.

[windows_hyliaedition]

Aah...

Perhaps, when I come to visit with him accompanying, if I may ask for some advice?

[pinkscarflady]

Of course! I'd be delighted to help.

[windows_hyliaedition]

Thank you very much.

I will be over shortly.

[She'll hang up- and soon enough she'll appear! Oh boy does she look different now... (the robot in question, flies beside her. It's quite small.) ]

[pinkscarflady]

[To Mom's credit, her composure barely cracks. Only the barest hint of surprise in her raised eyebrow.]

Do come in. I take it that this little fellow...

[She gestures to the robot.]

..is the helpful gentleman you mentioned on the phone?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Thank you." She bows, curtain-like sleeve of an arm shifting to do so.

"That is correct. This is Scrapper."

'Bzz-wrrp! Greetings!'

[pinkscarflady]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scrapper. You seem every bit as charming as Fi said you were.


Please, come inside.

[She steps aside to let them into the house.]

[windows_hyliaedition]

'Vrr-weeeep! THANK-YOU.' Modest little guy, isn't he?

Fi merely bows her head, following. "Thank you. I presume your bar was restored with all contents as well?" She heard a few had gotten rooms and such that were empty...

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[thecoolexec]

[HRMMM...?! Drinks, you say? Tony didn't even respond to Mom once he heard her speak through the phone. He promptly dropped the phone back onto its cradle, put shoes on, grabbed a mug and strolled his way over to Miller Street with a hearty knockety-knocky-knock.]

Re: Action

[pinkscarflady]

[The door is opened by a woman wearing a pink scarf and holding a drink.]

Welcome. I assume you were drawn by the promise of more exotic libations?

Re: Action

[thecoolexec]

Got it in one, ma'am.

Action

[busy_fists]

[Admiring the new liquor cabinet from across the living room.]

Well, now, that is impressive.

Action

[a_crazygirl]

[You're the lady with the good stuff (and impeccable fashion sense)! Toni is so there.]

I heard there were drinks?

Phone

[captain_tightpants]

Pardon, ma'am but I might take offense to that statement. As a bartender at the local tavern I can guarantee the finest mixin's available with the limited selection we got. Ain't nothin' to complain about, anyhow.