Monday Dinner Date

[WebMistressGina]

Hello everybody!

So in honor of my birthday tomorrow and probably cause I may not get to this until next weekend, here is an extra long portion of MDD!


When did having dinner with Kermit become awkward?

When did spending time of any sort with the frog become…awkward?

Piggy couldn’t exactly put her finger on what still remained uneasy betwixt them, but it was obviously still there. It wasn’t as heavy as before, however; maybe it because the elephant has been exposed – she had been dreading about telling Kermit about her plans to return to Paris for nearly two weeks and had actually put it out her mind until the frog had invited her to dinner that morning.

But while the elephant had indeed been discovered, it was still hanging out in the room. Now that Kermit was aware of Piggy’s departure, their conversation was easier but still strained. She knew he was avoiding the topic and she certainly knew that he knew she was avoiding the topic and they both knew they were avoiding the topic.

So they each took great pains to avoid saying the words they didn’t want to hear.

She was leaving.

And there was a very slim – slim – chance that she would not be returning.

“I am coming back, you know.”

“I…I know that.”

“Do you?” she asked, knowingly.

The very fact that Kermit hesitated showed that he still wasn’t convinced of the fact. And he had good reasons as to why, too! He hadn’t been the greatest of romantic interests, only having recently admitting to the world at large that he and Piggy had been dating for as long as people thought they had been dating; ironically enough, having to state that while they were actually in the process of not dating had seemed a weird parallel to the many times in which he had denied it.

He had taken a lot for granted, that he knew now, from his friends to their productions, but definitely to her. She had been the light at the end of the tunnel through many a bad time and he had essentially made her leave her own house.

“I wouldn’t fault you if you didn’t,” came the whispered reply.

“What happened to ‘you don’t need the whole world to love you, just one person’ speech you gave me?”

“I still believe that,” he insisted. “Piggy, all I’m saying is…actually, I’m not really sure what I’m saying actually, only that I feel horrible about the way I’ve treated you, both now and in the past and…I wouldn’t hold it against you if…if you didn’t want to come back.”

“Haven’t we already discussed this?” she huffed. “We gonna land this plane or just keep circling the airport all night?”

“Piggy…”

“Kermit,” she began and right off, he knew she was serious. When Piggy wanted his attention, undivided, there were only two ways to go – devastatingly flirty or deadly serious.

“I told you I was going to stay,” she continued. “And I meant that. I’m only going back to Paris because I’m obligated by my duties and responsibilities as the editor to do so. So don’t think for one moment that I’m leaving because I want to; I have to. Got it?”

Kermit fought hard not to smile. “Got it.”

“Good.” The seriousness was gone and the way she tossed her hair over her shoulder signaled the conversation was over for the moment.

“I owe you one.”

“Yeah you do.”

“I will definitely make this up to you.”

“I’ve already started the clock.”

“Need a ride to the airport tomorrow?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to do that. I want to.”

This time the appreciation had registered on her face. “That’s very kind of vous.”

“Think nothing of it,” he said. “I would’ve done it even if you had said no.”

She smirked, knowing full well he probably would have. “I know you would have.”

“What you think you’ll have to do?” he questioned, looking genuinely interested. He hadn’t had the chance to ask what everyone had been doing while they had been on semi-permanent hiatus; other than seeing what Fozzie, Gonzo, and Piggy had done and knowing about Scooter, Sam, and some of the others, Kermit had yet to physically sit down and ask what it was he taken so many people away from.

“In Paris, I mean?”

“Oh,” she sighed, waving a hand as though the details were unimportant. “Probably some sad goodbye party in which Moi will need to participant in; you know, the show of solidarity of quiet, dignity, and grace that Vogue is known for.”

“Really?”

“No, not really,” she said, this time there was no mistaking the teasing in her baby blues. “Well, I’m sure there will probably be a party and perhaps some of Moi’s friends may take her out as a last goodbye, but honestly I have no idea. The fashion season will start rather Moi is there or not, though it of course won’t be much of a show if Moi is not a part of it.”

“Of course.”

Piggy looked at him shrewdly. “You’ve never been interested in Moi’s modeling career before.”

“Yes I have!”

“Really?”

Kermit opened his mouth to counter that statement – and the raised eyebrow that went with it – but he stopped himself short. Truthfully, he had always been interested in what Piggy was doing, regardless of whether she was working with them or not. He had always been amazed at the range and versatility that she could show when she really put her mind and herself into something.

As with many a thing, he hadn’t always shown he was interested. The answer to this question would hinge on how he worded what he wanted to say; he couldn’t just say he was interested. She would think he was just saying that just to make her feel better and in some instances, he had done exactly that in order to redirect her attention off of him and onto something else.

“Anything and everything you do, Piggy,” he started. “I will always have an interest in; both personally and professionally.”

That was purposeful, the entire sentence, but the last bit especially. If he had said the opposite, it would imply that their professional relationship took precedence over their personal one. If the years had taught him anything, it was that there was no way the two of them could split their personal and professional lives from each other and in many ways, they hadn’t even tried.

Now of course, he needed to prove to her that yes, despite their often combative relationship, Kermit the Frog took their togetherness very seriously, in both regards. And it was high time that he made sure that the pig by his side would continue to stay by his side, in both regards.

He had lost her and retained her more times than he could count, which is why her eventual and nearly permanent leave had left him so discombobulated; she had left many times before, but had always returned.

She hadn’t done so last time and it had been a very long time before she did. And even now, the possibility that – despite her assurances – she could very well decide not to return again, well…it froze his heart. There were several truths that had been presented before him during this time and one of them was the fact that, no matter how much he wanted to deny it and tried to deny it, he could not live without her.

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Dinner dwindled down to its logical conclusion, with all food eaten and both diners happy with both the way the dinner went, as well as the meeting that went with it. There was still a lot to discuss, probably more than could adequately be done sitting there tonight, but it seemed clear that as soon as Miss Piggy returned from Paris, there would need to be ‘A Talk’ and Kermit the Frog found that, while a bit nerve racking, he actually looked forward to it.

The two had continued discussing the show and some of the ideas that had been presented as the host saw his guest to the door. The end of their night was bittersweet, with her leaving the next night, however it also seemed to hold a promise that things could and would work themselves out between them.

“What time’s the flight?” asked the frog, watching as their chef headed towards the car, thankfully leaving the two of them to their own discussion.

“A little after ten o’clock.”

Kermit nodded. “Nothing big, okay?” he said. He knew Piggy loved her adoring fans, but there were some cases in which those loving fans needed to be avoided. Being at an airport was just one of those places.

Piggy rolled her eyes, though there wasn’t any malice in the gesture. “Moi planned it that way,” she huffed. “As much as Moi would love to see her adoring public, ten o’clock at night, in a busy airport is not a favorite place to meet and greet, don’t you agree?”

“Wholeheartedly.”

A short awkward pause was rare in their conversations, but seemed to happen more and more recently. Clearly his throat nervously, Kermit asked, “Know where you’re staying?”

“Moi would of course close out her apartment in Paris…”

“I meant when you come back.”

“Oh,” she replied. “I hadn’t thought of it actually. I should make some reservations before I leave…”

“You could stay here.”

As soon as the thought and statement were out there, they both knew that arrangement would hold problems. “I’m not saying you should move back in,” the frog hastily countered. “Not that I’m saying you can’t move back in, because you certainly can. I’m saying…I’m rambling that…if you ever need a place to stay, you have one. All you have to do ask. You don’t even have to ask! This is your house, after all.”

Piggy had half a mind to agree that, yes, this was indeed her house. However, never let it be known that Piggy wasn’t aware when Kermit was trying his best to get back in her good graces; while flowers and jewelry had usually worked in the past, this was another monster of another color and the fact that he was trying so hard had her inwardly melting.

I’m a softie, she thought.

“Our house,” she corrected him, not so subtlety reminding him the reason for the house being built in the first place. She expected him to balk at that or even throw a snappy comeback; she didn’t actually expect him to say what he did.

“Even better.”

The ride back to her hotel was spent thinking over those two little words and over the entire dinner that preceded them. She couldn’t help but want to just stay in California and say the heck with Paris, but she had spent far too long getting to where she was without Kermit to let him ruin this, even if he understood, stood aside, and let her do it.

If she had dreaded going back to Paris before, the feeling had just increased ten-fold.

 

[The Count]

This installment, yes, this one right here... It rully shows how much not only you the author get the characters, but also how the characters understand the bredth of what they've been through. This is an awesome update. Couple of little glitches that should've been checked first only slightly detract from the talent that shines full bright.

Thanks, happy birthday whenever that may be, and please... Post more!

 

[Muppetfan44]

This installment, yes, this one right here... It rully shows how much not only you the author get the characters, but also how the characters understand the bredth of what they've been through. This is an awesome update. Couple of little glitches that should've been checked first only slightly detract from the talent that shines full bright.

Thanks, happy birthday whenever that may be, and please... Post more!

I couldn't agree more! A very nice exploration into the inner emotions of these two and their tumultuous relationship, with all the love and and frustration they have shared. After such a long break and their constant back and forth, I like how you show that it isn't just all easy and hugs and kisses (although being the frog/pig romantic that I am, I hope that the hugs and kisses come soon for these two to alleviate the awkwardness). Definitely one of the best written stories on here in a while and I can't wait to read what happens next.

Happy Birthday tomorrow (Mine is Saturday so I know how things can get de-railed once your b-day comes around ). Enjoy it and hopefully you can get back to writing more of this soon!!

 

[WebMistressGina]

Good morning! Meant to post this bit yesterday in honor of my day of birth, but then I decided I wanted to finish the scene afterwards and...then just didn't get it to. This is completely unedited - at least the end section - so I reserve the right to hopefully go back at lunch today and fix some stuff.

Here's some Kermit thoughts and Piggy/Scooter interaction!


Tuesdays were normally quiet days.

Mondays were the start of a new week, usually kicked off by the Monday morning meeting and Wednesdays would usually see the stage manager/personal assistant Scooter Grosse come by in the morning with some updates on the way acts were going and the like. The weekends had always been busy, with Fridays and Saturdays solely dedicated to rehearsals and Sundays being the big broadcast show; in the past, they had tried out the show during the Friday and Saturday afternoon showings, offering those that came a dry run of what would – hopefully – be a productive show on Sunday.

When taping the show, they had done it straight through the weekend and let the editors decide which takes of which performance were to be used, though Kermit and Scooter usually had the final say in which segments stayed and which were out.

Movie productions were always more of a hassle than that of the show, as there were more days to spend on the set, more takes to be done, earlier mornings and even later evenings. Kermit had to admit that, as much as he liked the broader range in doing a movie, he preferred the atmosphere of a weekly live show.

Yes, doing the Muppet Show usually meant needing to duck, getting trampled by his own employees, having them turn on him by either threatening to quit or even taking him hostage, and of course the regular dealings with the guest stars, the leading lady, the stage comic, the stuntman/performance artist/lunatic, the band, and even his own assistant, but Kermit couldn’t think of a better time to spend his weekend. The show oddly enough reminded him of his time on Sesame Street, when weird things usually happened there too; perhaps that was why people thought he was so calm and cool and collected when it came to dealing with his co-stars and employees.

Craziness seemed to run in his line of work.

This Tuesday, as he thought about what Gonzo could possibly want with marshmallows and why on Earth he would put them in his pants, Kermit’s mind seemed stuck on the fact that he would be escorting Miss Piggy to the airport later in the night. Their dinner the night before had seemed to chug along like a steamroller in quicksand; he couldn’t remember the last time a meeting with Piggy was so fraught with tension and uncertainty. He didn’t even remember their first date being so filled with stress and dread and if anyone could give him stress and dread, it was Piggy.

He could admit that her announcement of departing had thrown him for a loop. It made sense of course that she would need to go back and tender a resignation, but it just hadn’t occurred to him that she would need to actually fly back to do so. And that thought had led to the fact that several of the others had dropped everything just for him and in the end, he had basically let them down. Oh, it all worked out in the end, as most things do, but Kermit couldn’t help but feel horrible about it.

He had meant what he said to the diva the night before – he had done a disservice to everyone. He was certainly touched that they had gone through so much for him and what they had built together, but at the end of day, who knew what kind of heights everyone could have reached if he hadn’t interfered? Of course, there was the flip side to everything – if Walter hadn’t been so encouraging, Kermit would’ve just let Richman take the studios. What could he do? The telethon was the only way in which he would be able to raise the money and of course, that meant getting everyone back together again.

If Kermit had just let things lie, who knows what would have happened to Fozzie down in Reno? Gonzo may have lost millions when he blew up his own company, but the blue weirdo had seemed happy to do it, even bragged that he wished he owned more so he could just blow things up. Sometimes Kermit wondered if his friend spent too much time with Crazy Harry. Sam had been as stoic as ever, complaining about how the years didn’t seem to stop the debauchery that the Muppet were known for, but the bald eagle seemed happy to be back.

And Scooter! Scooter, the annoying teenager who had first shown up backstage as the resident spy for the theater’s owner turned trusted assistant and capable stage manager, could’ve gone so far if Kermit had just kept him at Google. The kid had always been smart, but letting him take the time off to head to college had been the best decision the frog thought the boy could ever have done.

If Kermit hadn’t been grateful for the friends – no, family – that he managed to group together into a little stage troupe, he was oh so grateful now. He couldn’t have asked for better best friends and he certainly couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend even if he tried.
Girlfriend. That was certainly an endearment he hadn’t used when describing Piggy, at least not out loud or even in the forefront of his mind. Maybe it was because Piggy was more than just his girlfriend; girlfriend meant they went on dates and spent time together, but Piggy had been more than that from the beginning. Leading lady, collaborative influence, sparring partner, those were just some of the terms to describe what he and Piggy had.

They were the Nick and Nora Charles of the stage; the Muppet version of Bogey and Bacall; their generation’s Lucy and Desi. Those couples weren’t just boyfriend/girlfriend (aside from the fact that those couples were married), those couples were…were more.
That’s what Piggy was to him.

More.

She was his partner in the personal and the professional sense and while he had gone out of his way to be professional and she had done the opposite and gone out of her way to be more personal, they seemed to strike a weird balance between the two at times. He had sometimes – okay, often – wondered what his life would have been like had he not met her; it was a theme they visited in their take of It’s a Wonderful Life. The movie had always been a personal favorite of his and maybe, when the idea hit him, he was aware that things were starting to drift apart for many of them.

He could see now that he – along with the others – were in a creative slump. The idea for that movie had come when Kermit himself wondered if things might be better if he took a step back and let the others do their thing. It had been some hard years for them – their mentor and biggest cheerleader had died, along with one of their biggest supporters; they all seemed to just mill about, trying to figure out what to do next.

Working made it somewhat easier, but knowing that two of their human supporters and cheerleaders weren’t there made the working seem hollow at best. Truthfully, Kermit had really given in to the thought of retiring, making their last Christmas movie something of a departure for him. But…bills, as they say, needed to be paid and a couple more movies needed to be done. But by that time, they were done.

Fozzie and Gonzo, who had always been by his side, were starting to drift off – Gonzo doing more and more things with Rizzo, while Fozzie seemed to shy away from the spotlight that he used to love; he and Piggy had started to strain as well. It always seemed that when something went wrong professionally for them, it affected them personally and this professional slide hit them like a ton of bricks.

Piggy thought something a little more permanent would help their cause and Kermit felt that was the last thing they should be doing. In the end, neither one of them would budge on the matter and – true to form – things got out of hand until he had screamed he had no plans on marrying her.

Ever.

He hadn’t meant it – dear Lord, no, he certainly didn’t mean it – but he said it and there didn’t seem to be a way to take that back.
Of course he loved her; he had from the very beginning and one day, he was so going to marry her. Eventually. Kermit wasn’t terribly ashamed to realize that the idea of getting married to Piggy could cause some unforeseen consequences; after all, it was easy to keep his distance when she was just Piggy the long suffering sorta unofficial girlfriend. Piggy the wife and possible future mother of his children was a whole ‘nother case of figs he wasn’t sure he wanted to explore.

And besides, what would happen to their professional relationship?

Hollywood did not have a very good track record when it came to those who were happily married and in happily married bliss. The short list for those stars that managed to go past the five year mark was longer than the list that had hit the fifty year mark. As far as Kermit was concerned, he could be happy being the world’s longest interspecies relationship for the rest of his life really.

The problem was, of course, that Piggy wasn’t too particularly happy about that.

Which meant that now he had to decide what he wanted to do about it.

His head and his heart often warred with each other when it came to Piggy and in most cases, his logical sense of propriety often won out. This time, his head and his heart were arguing and his heart was winning.

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Tuesday for Miss Piggy was a completely different affair than that of her Mon Capitain. While in a normal Muppet instance she could be found lounging by their pool or maybe even convincing Kermit to have lunch with her, Miss Piggy - plus size editor of one of the premiere fashion magazines in the world - found herself on the phone, while texting on her smartphone.

The phone that was attached to her ear held the voice of her assistant, who was telling her all of the things that had happened, were happening, and would happen while she had been gone. Essentially, Piggy’s leave did not bode well during the start of a new fashion season; there were designs that needed to be looked at, approved, or dismissed and the sooner they were done they sooner the head honchos could breathe easier.

The second phone, that of her personal cell, was being used to confirm – and complain – to Scooter as she tried to make sure that everything was ready for her departure. Despite not mentioning to anyone that she would be leaving, Kermit’s assistant (and some would say her personal assistant) not only knew she was leaving, but had made sure that when she left, it would be to little or no fanfare from any fans.

He had actually texted to ask if she wanted a car to come and pick her up and take her to the airport. She of course had told him that it had been arranged – though bless his nosy heart for the suggestion and thought – and that she already had the transportation arranged.

SCOOTIE G: You aren’t taking a cab, are you? There’s no guarantee that they can keep wraps on where you’re going.

DIVINE MISS P: Not unless you inform them. Should I even bother asking how YOU managed to find out?

SCOOTIE G: LOL Please. It’s me; I always find out. Seriously, how’re you getting to the airport? Tell me one of us is driving you. In fact, I’ll drive you.

DIVINE MISS P: If you must know, Andrew Nosy Pants, Mon Capitain will be taking me to the airport.

SCOOTIE G: Kermit?? The Frog??

DIVINE MISS P: Your surprise is duly noted, though not appreciated.

SCOOTIE G: I’m not against it, you know that. I’m just…surprised. I didn’t think you two were…you know.

DIVINE MISS P: It’s…complicated.

SCOOTIE G: It always is.

DIVINE MISS P: Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll call you.

It seemed an odd choice, but Scooter Grosse had proved to be the best of confidants when it came to Piggy. Not that she didn’t trust the others, but there had been an immediate connection between her and the young Muppet; maybe that was why she turned to him when an idea to finally get Kermit to admit his feelings for her came to fruition. For a long time, Piggy had just assumed that he helped her because it was a part of his job as the show’s go-fer, however there had been some instances in which she truly questioned his feelings for her.

She actually shouldn’t have been surprised – Scooter had proved time and time again on how resourceful he was when it came to finding out information when he needed it. How he did it, no one really knew, but he always seemed to be at the forefront of knowing what needed to be known. If there had been anyone to know about her plans, she was glad it was him.

Twenty minutes later, Piggy was able to leave the frantic conversation with her assistant and turn her attentions to her favorite assistant. “I’m not looking forward this.”

“Well,” replied the voice on the other end. “You did say that you would only be able to get out if you took care of everything. Makes sense, when you think about it.”

“That’s precisely why Moi has tried not to think about it,” came the testy retort. “In other news, Andrew, perhaps vous could explain to Moi how the information of Moi’s departure became common knowledge.”

“It’s not common knowledge,” replied Scooter. “I told you, only I’m aware that you’re leaving. I knew it yesterday morning while we were waiting for Kermit. I dare say that no one knows you better than me. And Kermit, of course.”

“Of course,” she said. “I have often wondered why you haven’t just taken over the Muppets.”

“First,” Scooter chuckled. “Have you seen Kermit’s handwriting? Too hard to reproduce without some very careful analysis. Second, what about that mountain stronghold I already own? Those poor people wouldn’t want to be abandoned, you know.”

“You’re just a diabolical madmen waiting to be released, aren’t you?”

The two joked as they always had, though Piggy could feel the change in conversation before Scooter had even changed the topic. Even as a teenager, Scooter had taken a very invested and personal approach when it came to the frog and pig; Piggy had strived to be the female influence that he was clearly lacking at home, living with an uncle who may or may not have cared for him.

“So Kermit’s taking you to the airport then?”

“I hope that meets your approval,” she replied, snidely.

“Why yes,” he countered. “Yes, it does. Thank you so very much for consulting my thoughts on the matter.”

“There’s no need to be bratty,” she ended. Scooter was probably the only person whom she let get a bit huffy with her, but only because he was well aware of the consequences should he get truly out of line. It had only happened once, and done in such a public manner, that Scooter had gone through great pains to make sure that he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

“Besides,” Piggy continued. “I thought you were behind this 100%.”

“I am!” the go-fer exclaimed. “However…it’s not like the two of you are…you know…back together. Are you?”

There was just enough hope in that statement that Piggy didn’t feel the need to lie. “It’s complicated.”

“You keep using that word…”

“One day, Andrew my love,” she said. “You will find yourself in the throes of passion and will soon discover that passion can hide many a thing.”

“Even if I understood what that meant, I have no idea what that means.”

“Love is can be a complicated beast, even at the best times.”

“See,” Scooter replied. “This is why I’m still single.”

“Really?” Piggy asked, knowingly. “Is that why? Really.”

“Or maybe I’m in love with the Muppets’ leading lady or the lead guitarist of the Electric Mayhem…”

“Or the stunt weirdo’s girlfriend.”

“That was once!” the stage manager sputtered. “I was a teenager and she happens to look good in sequins; I was young and stupid and…and…nothing came of it!”

Scooter didn’t miss the slight chuckle or rather the muffled chuckles that Piggy had given in to. “Oh dear Andrew,” she sighed. “How I have missed you.”

“Yes,” he replied, dryly. “I could tell by your laughter on the other end.”

“Thank you, mon ami, for being concerned about my being,” she continued. “But I assure you that I will arrive at the airport, none the worse than when I first left Paris. Kermit has been very generous as to give me a ride, so no worries there.”

“Of course I’m worried,” Scooter huffed. “Unless Kermit plans on driving, he’s going to get that 80’s bucket of bolts to do it and who knows what will happen!”

For some ungodly reason, Scooter had immediately taken offense at Kermit’s badly built 1980’s robot butler and valet. The extreme dislike of the robot had convinced the others that Scooter, being the technological savvy guy that he was, took offense to such a crudely built structure still existing in the days leading up holographic projections (Scooter’s term and idea).

Piggy of course, spending much of her off time planning with said resident go-fer, had known immediately that it wasn’t the robot that Scooter took offense to, it was the way that he had seemingly replaced him as personal assistant to the frog. That notion was of course ridiculous, given the way that Kermit still leaned on him when it came to managing Muppet affairs, but Piggy always felt that somewhere deep down, Scooter Grosse had some deep seated abandonment issues.

“Would it help if I drove?”

Scooter nearly choked at that thought. He had seen Miss Piggy drive; heck, he had been in a car with her once and thought he would never get into any car ever again.

“Wouldn’t you just like me to send a car for you?” he asked. “I’ll make it really nice. You know I’ll make it really nice.”

“Scooter…Mon Capitain has graciously offered his services,” she interrupted. “Truthfully, I’d be a fool if I turned him down. Especially now, understand?”

She could hear the faint sigh from the other end; despite trying to be highly protective of her, Kermit, and everyone else, even Scooter knew when he had reached his limit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Piggy and Kermit together again – he did! – he just wasn’t sure how good they would be again and whether or not the next time Piggy left would be the absolute last time.

The last time hurt him enough as it was.

“You can be so utterly helpful though,” Piggy continued.

“Name it.”

“Moi of course needs vous to find her a flight returning back here.”

This time the smile on the other end was unmistakable. “Leave it to me.”

“One week, Scooter,” she pressed. “I don’t want to spend any more time in Paris than I have to.”

“Is that going to be enough?”

“It’ll have to be,” she said, with a hint of finality. “I’m staying in the states, whether they like it or not.”

 

[The Count]

Yay! Mmm, methinks you've got good mining material for your Billiard Ball Dances series what with the background on Andrew. *Marvels and keeps smiling at all the little details thrown into both segments of the installment.

Er, you may not be able to make any changes if you let too much time pass after initially posting. If you find that to be the case and want changes made, LMK as I feel it would only allow mod editing to be performed.
Other than that, love this piece, post more when possible please.

 

[WebMistressGina]

Yay! Mmm, methinks you've got good mining material for your Billiard Ball Dances series what with the background on Andrew. *Marvels and keeps smiling at all the little details thrown into both segments of the installment.

I always try to tie stories together, but hopefully make it so that even without reading a series, the reader gets some background on things. Not to worry - the stuff I'm putting in for Mon. Grosse is actually a part of his back story that I plan on writing.

Glad you got the little things I'm throwing out about him. They will be fully explained in that fic; the title of which is Grosse Pointe, however after discovering that there is an actual Grosse Pointe, Michigan, I've been debating about keeping the name or going with something different.

Which does bring me to ask - while I'm also working on 7 Ball Tango, I've been thinking maybe I should just start Scooter's little history instead of Miss Piggy's Adventures...

: What?

Look, I gotta take the ideas as they come to me and it seems obviously clear that Scooter is at the forefront right now. You should be happy that I'm putting this one out for you. There's Kermie lovin' if you play your cards right.

: Really!?
: Wait, what?

Just settle down and let me get my thoughts down and I promise, good things will come, okay?

Er, you may not be able to make any changes if you let too much time pass after initially posting. If you find that to be the case and want changes made, LMK as I feel it would only allow mod editing to be performed.

Other than that, love this piece, post more when possible please.

Apparently, I'm only allowed about an hour to fix it all up and stuff. What I might do is just finish what I got and then send you a giant PM and stuff that needs to be fixed in this, 8 Ball, and MMM. That way you aren't going back and forth like every post.

Hopefully I'll get some more up during lunch today, if not, stay tuned for tonight.

 

[The Count]

Yeah, you can send me either a big PM with everything you want changed specifically denoted, or individual messages for each story. Did that once for the Comeback King Saga, and I run a cleaned-up copy of KG on my computer which I send in to Ruahnna from time to time so she can see how the typos get ironed out.

BTW: Congrats on 100 posts.
And go with what your muse's granting you right now... It could cool off and leave you in a small funk. I know it's happened to me as I work with my haunters' write-ups. And I will get to the June one-shot. *Dodges looks from the assembled cast of Muppet kid teens.

 

[WebMistressGina]

Yeah, you can send me either a big PM with everything you want changed specifically denoted, or individual messages for each story. Did that once for the Comeback King Saga, and I run a cleaned-up copy of KG on my computer which I send in to Ruahnna from time to time so she can see how the typos get ironed out.

Cool cool!

BTW: Congrats on 100 posts.

Aroo?? I've made 100 posts?

Shut up! No way! *goes to check* OMG, you're right! And I got a trophy for it! *clutches trophy* You like me! You really like me!!

 

[Twisted Tails]

I love this! This is really amazing and the conversation between Miss Piggy and Scooter was funny, WebmistressGina (I will just call you Gina.) Please post more if you can very soon.

 

[WebMistressGina]

I love this! This is really amazing and the conversation between Miss Piggy and Scooter was funny, WebmistressGina (I will just call you Gina.) Please post more if you can very soon.

You can call me Gina. You can even call me WMG, just don't call me Brenda. Or Shirley.

Glad you're liking it! Hoping to work on it as we speak (lunch time)