whole new world

[campanas]

Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.

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[campanas]

Pen finishes the one book. She discovers aluminum foil, and wraps various household objects in it. She pokes a fork in an electrical socket, and leaves it there when it gets stuck. (Nothing happens to her.) She takes his fabric pen from the sewing area and starts drawing on the walls, not particularly well, pictures of her family. (With clouds of miscellaneous Samarian-style musical notes clouding around their heads.)

[manofmyword]

And then he comes back! Wearing the makeup, now, and carrying the jacket and hat.

[campanas]

"You painted! Without me!" exclaims Pen.

[manofmyword]

"Yep. I had a busy day out there," he says, dropping the jacket over the back of a couch and the hat on top of it. "You can do my makeup tomorrow morning when we go on our trip."

[campanas]

"Where we go?"

[manofmyword]

"Somewhere I think you'll like. A lot bigger than here," he says. "I know a few places I thought might be okay, but I think you'll really like this one."

[campanas]

"I fly?"

[manofmyword]

"Mmmmyep."

[campanas]

"Yaaaay!"

[manofmyword]

"That's what I wanna hear," he says. "Hungry? I'm making dinner."

[campanas]

"Yeah! Dinner."

[manofmyword]

He makes dinner! Today's dinner is spaghetti. It is delcious.

[campanas]

Pen noms spaghetti. She isn't very neat. She gets sauce on her feathers.

[manofmyword]

He offers her a napkin. "You gooped," he says.

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Pen peers at herself. She dabs at the sauce. The feathers come reasonably clean.

"Soon I need bath. You have small bath," she says. "No stretching space." (She extends her recently desauced wing illustratively.)

[manofmyword]

"True," he says. "I can try'n find a bigger one. No promises. I don't know if they come big enough."

[campanas]

"I fly in rain?" she suggests, thoughtful.

[manofmyword]

"Would that get you clean or just wet? Mm, I'll think of something."

[campanas]

Pen shrugs.

[manofmyword]

He grins.

[campanas]

Pen flaps a little bit. "Fly fly fly tomorrow tomorrow fly fly."

[manofmyword]

"Mhm!"

[campanas]

She folds her wings again. "Home I fly all days," she sighs.

[manofmyword]

"Well, this isn't home," he says.

[campanas]

She folds her arms on the table and drops her head onto them. "Know that," she says. "Want door. Or Jane."