Bloody pancakes?! Sometimes Dairine felt like she was living in a crazy dream world. This was surreal to the nth degree - she was just being attacked by demon birds, and now BAM, pancakes.
Upon waking, she immediately checked her waistband for the file - still there, good - and stuffed it under her pillow, along with her flashlight. She knew the staff never searched there - if they did, then the flashlight wouldn't have been there in the first place. She lifted her gaze from her delicious sugary meal and saw Thursday. Grinning slightly, the wizard waved her over. She could work on another offensive spell later. The birds learned how to avoid her fireball too quickly...
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Pancakes.
Bloody pancakes?! Sometimes Dairine felt like she was living in a crazy dream world. This was surreal to the nth degree - she was just being attacked by demon birds, and now BAM, pancakes.
Upon waking, she immediately checked her waistband for the file - still there, good - and stuffed it under her pillow, along with her flashlight. She knew the staff never searched there - if they did, then the flashlight wouldn't have been there in the first place. She lifted her gaze from her delicious sugary meal and saw Thursday. Grinning slightly, the wizard waved her over. She could work on another offensive spell later. The birds learned how to avoid her fireball too quickly...