[Trick or Treat]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley and Henrietta are on the Plane, and they've got a Plan. Just because Halloween was thwarted thanks to B-movie hijinks doesn't mean they can't have a holiday celebration anyway, does it?]

[Henrietta is dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz in a little blue and white gingham dress with pigtails, complete with silver slippers (she insisted they be silver, not ruby) and a little wicker basket on her arm containing Toto, the infamous therapy blob. Crowley is dressed...pretty much the same as always, in a suit, this time with the slight addition of a false goatee. He's got a glass of something that appears to be alcoholic in one hand, and he's still sporting the black feathered wings (though they don't seem to be part of the outfit).]

[Henrietta has a trick or treat bag in her free hand, and is looking somewhat nervous]

Um... Are you sure she won't mind?

I don't see why she would. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all that.

[She rubs the therapy blob and it chimes happily.] I guess... But what am I supposed to do, again?

[Crowley shrugs] It's trick-or-treating, there's nothing to it. Just make that pathetic face we worked on and hold the bag up.

[She hesitates a moment more.] Can I ask for lettuce? For Xing?

...sure. Why not? [He conjures a folding chair and takes a seat, sipping on his drink and grinning.]

Comments

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Ahh, that's fine! It's really a Western holiday anyways.

{Balalaika set her hands on her hips thoughtfully} Shit, I don't know if I have any candy that'd be safe to give out to kids though.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Quickly, almost relieved] That's okay.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

What, you don't want any? I'm sure Boris can help me scrounge something up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah... it's just... I don't really like asking for it.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

That's very modest of you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[djklsf] No--I just--it's not... the way I'm used to, I guess.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Then just think of it as a gift.

{Balalaika chuckles to herself, but returns with a pretty sizable bag of chocolates after a while} And, now that I think about it, probably because I'm getting old and sentimental.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... you earn gifts. [Unless they are given 'just because' but you don't ASK for gifts and OH GOD SHE CAME BACK WITH CHOCOLATE.] Th...thank you.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. {HERE HENRIETTA, have the whole thing, since Balalaika doesn't actually like chocolate}

I wouldn't give it to you if you hadn't earned it. There's something for...{She pauses, taking a drag from her cigar} I'd say friendship, but I don't think that's quite it. I guess it's easier to say that I think you're a good kid, Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Y--me? Really? [dkjsf b-blushing]

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{She laughs} You bet. Can't say I'm a very motherly person or even a person that tends to care for the well-being of other people, but there are a few people that I can make that exception for. Seems you're one of them.

{Thoughtfully; she's trying to think why that is because the last kid(s) she met, she killed personally.} Hmmm...I guess I see a little of my younger self in you. Which may or may not be a good thing, but we can hope that you don't end up in a shithole like me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[l-looking down] I... I like it, that people here aren't scared of me.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Well, they don't have any reason to be, do they?