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Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV ([info]radicaledward) wrote in [info]pandemansion,
Edward poked her head around a gigantic cake with the largest grinning smiley face ever iced on its top matching her own large grin. Yellow icing stuck to the tip of her nose and around her mouth. “Eat up! Eat up! It’s good! Good!” She quickly grabbed up more food and shoved it in her mouth with her bare hands completely ignoring the utensils. As she ate, her eyes followed the little furry thing still trying to think of how to get it back to the bebop if they were here and the Bebop was there. She liked the little furry space creature though. And if she gave it to Spike he might try to eat it. Maybe she shouldn’t bring it back? But then Jet would be in trouble.

She paused in her eating and leaned close to the odd squirrel with a curious and wondering expression replacing her grin. “Did you bite Jet? Or was that another spooky space creature?” She really hoped it was another.

Something glinted further down the table, catching her attention. Not waiting for a reply, she scrambled up on top of the table and jogged over to it, dancing past the food and dishes like it was some foot game. She squatted next to the key and picked it up looking at the name on the tag. “Ed’s name is on here! ….hmmm?” She cocked her head to the side reading it again to make sure it was right. Still seeing her name she turned back to the squirrel. “Is this Ed’s? She waved the key in her hand wildly to get his attention.


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