Reply To: Cakletown and the Lone Chancers of Custard
“Pssst, Vincentius.”
Vincentius swung around in alarm, dropping his feather duster in the process. The potted spider plant appeared to be talking to him.
“It’s me, Arona,” said Arona, peeping up from behind the plant and barely managing to suppress an eye roll at the sight of Vincentius.
“Tsk, tsk, what in Flove’s name have you done to yourself?
Vincentius continued to gape silently at her.
I see the sight of my beautiful self has rendered you momentarily speechless; well, don’t worry about that now. I’ve come to rescue you!”
She beamed proudly at him.