Scarlet scribbled in her journal when she woke up with her head on her desk. Gingerly stretching her neck she sighed. Taking a moment to remember the dream of earlier times when she was still a child, she smiled. She didn't want to laugh on the off chance Porter or Karmela was still asleep. Taking a moment she closed her eyes before looking over her newest doom pile. Stifling a sigh she jot a note to herself in her journal.
(as per usual in druidic): It's unfair, I wish to drink my sorrows'... I should drink butter.
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Laying her head on the table a smaller Scarlet stared at the saucer of melted butter and exclaimed, "I want to drown my sorrows in butter!"
Not looking up from the newspaper Sniffles retorted, "It's not socially acceptable to drink butter, do what the rest of us do and eat it with toast."
Yawning Scarlet admitted, "I'm gonna drink it." She slowly reached out for the saucer.
Sighing Sniffles added, "Well okay then. Be a heathen."
Once she held it she looked at her mentor and asked, "Won't you judge me?"
Sniffles snorted, "Child I'm busy with the news. Besides time and your arteries will judge you. Fill your arteries with cholesterol for all I care."
Snug bug looked up and asked, "What is cholesterol? Is it delicious?"
"It's very delicious," Sniffles retorted
"Want!"
"No."
"Bread?"
"Again, no."
"Hands?"
Giving her familiar the side eye she told him, "After the monkey incident with you and Feathers, opposable thumbs are off the menu permanently."
"UNFAIR!" chimed both the pseudo dragon and the owl.
During this exchange, while Scarlet was mulling over whether or not to take a sip as a joke, a large hand reached above her and took the saucer, and downed the butter. She looked behind her exclaiming, "Hey! That was mine!"
"Too slow!" Avat drawled.
"Heathen," Sniffles mutter.
"Hey! She wasn't drinking it."
"Avat you need to spread the butter over toast."
"But it was melted?"
"To make it easier to brush on the toast."
"I don't know what the problem is."
"Why is he allowed to drink butter and I'm not?"
"He's an adult who has already made questionable life choices, be better. Don't emulate him."
"I'm a fantastic mentor."
"You're a menace."
"Ah but you love me Colonel."
Sniffles turned around holding up a newspaper article: "Vengeful' killer whale called Gladis trains gangs of orcas to attack ships in the Sea of Gorrath. She pointed at the article while staring daggers at him.
"Why is it that every time a bunch of whales attack a boat I'm to blame? That was like only 5 times..."
Sniffles glared while mouthing 'only'.
Avat shrugged as he placed more butter in the saucer, moving back to the brazier to melt it.