[Siiiiighs. There is a common girl here, looking quite depressed near the door where servants have been bringing out food. She has a basket of apples.]
Oh, Cujo, I can't believe I did that. [Looks sadly at her black dog.] I brought one bag too many of apples. I can't eat all of these, and what if they go bad? I couldn't waste food like that!
But who would help me eat all these apples?
((OOC: Cursed apples! Apples to make you bad for a time, Queen Phantom's slave, it turns you into an animal, or sleeping beauty perhaps? Basically, BAD BAD CURSE. Feel free to make up another curse.))