doors are complicated

[campanas]

Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.

Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.

She goes in. She is going to have cake.

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[manofmyword]

She's not the only one.

[campanas]

Pen giggles and then sets about exploring the rest of the apartment.

[manofmyword]

The apartment is... not remotely childproof. He closes the door to one small room next to the kitchen before she can enter it, then steers her away from the front door to show her the master bathroom (which is perfectly clean and pretty and ordinary) and the big room down the hall, which might once have been a bedroom but is now full of tables, clothes, and sewing machines.

There is a distinct lack of beds, although the living room is well supplied with couches.

[campanas]

Pen notes the lack of beds, and frowns and tries flopping on her front on a couch, but it doesn't have enough lateral space; one wing winds up sort of draped over the back of the couch and the other spills onto the floor. It's not terribly uncomfy, but she doesn't think she can sleep like that. "Hmm," she says, popping up again.

[manofmyword]

"Hmm?"

[campanas]

"Where I sleep?"

[manofmyword]

"Need a bigger bed, huh? That's fine," he says serenely. "I've got one, it's just hiding."

[campanas]

"Okay!"

[manofmyword]

[campanas]

"Where hiding?"

[manofmyword]

"In there," he says, pointing to one of the couches. "Folded up under the cushions. Take 'em off and pull on it and out it comes."

[campanas]

Pen removes the cushions, stacks them up, and looks for something to pull on.

[manofmyword]

The Joker shows her: it doesn't look much like a handle, but there's a place where you can grab the middle of the bed's frame and pull, and out it does indeed come.

[campanas]

She flops on this one. It is comfortable diagonally; it can nearly accommodate her entire wingspan that way.

She's not actually tired, though. It's daytime still in her home time zone. Soon she sits back up.

[manofmyword]

"Better?" he asks.

[campanas]

"Yes, I sleep there. When I tired."

[manofmyword]

"All right."

[campanas]

Pen goes back to the room she hasn't explored yet. She wants to know what's in there.

[manofmyword]

"Bad idea," he says when she heads for the closed door. "It's not safe in there; you could get hurt."

[campanas]

"No, I not."

[manofmyword]

"Not what?"

[campanas]

"Not hurt. Mommy safed us."

[manofmyword]

"I could get hurt, then," he says. "I keep some things in there that could blow up the apartment if you don't treat 'em right, and you might be a magic angel and all but I'm just a plain old human. I get blown up once, and that's it. Same for the people living next door."

[campanas]

"Mommy get you back, later," Pen assures him. "Oh but then where I go? Okay." She turns away from the door.

[manofmyword]

"Thanks."