"The Moppet Family..."

[The Count]

Sorry to hear that. Don't worry, we'll bring you some of the soup later. Maybe the girls could make a Get Well card, if they ever get back from whatever adventure they're having. Heh, guess I knew they'd be born to prowl around, being half cats and all...

 

[redBoobergurl]

Yes, that's our darling daughters for you. Is there anything you need help with for dinner dear?

 

[The Count]

No, think I've got everything.
*Sets up and goes to work in the kitchen.

A while later... OK, just need to get the table ready. Izzy, could you make sure Mom and the Moppets are coming? Will set the tablecloth, even if it's just us tonight.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Well, I called over to the Moppets and there was no answer, but I left them a message and told them to join us if they're able. I'll see about getting the girls cleaned up for dinner.

 

[sugarbritchez]

*wonders what is for dinner*

 

[The Count]

*Hears Angie in the halls of the grand edifice known as Magic School. Probably leftovers from last night. We made a superb ghoulash, shredding spiders, fried corn sticks, and a gourmet cheesecake. You're invited over if you want to come and dine with us Angie.

 

[sugarbritchez]

Cheesecake!!! Yummy!!!!!

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *stood outside the Coledoor* *lifts the Lion-Head door-knocker* *turns to see Vic outside the Moppet House*

(OOC: Yes, Father is BACK!!! No idea how!!! But I am back at MC!!!)

Father: Vic? VIC! Oh, Vic, you are safe! And covered in stench, and yuck, and...you better have been planning on hoseing off before entering on our carpets. What were you thinking? You are so incredably grounded! No next-door-neighbour-who-is-now-a-door-not-next-not-neighbour to camp over, no Yak, or Biggy in your house. just you in your room, minus X-Box. *smiles* Welcome home son.

 

[The Count]

Hello Bo... Can I help you with something? Come on, step into the parlor and we can talk there.

 

[Beauregard]

Hi, Mr Cole, yes, I forget what I was going to say there with the whole Vic thing and...oh, yes, Mother...Christy...your sister. Yeah, we should step into the parlor.