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Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.

(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

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"Oh. Em. Gee. I know; it's, like, a crime against humanity! I totally hope there's at least, like, and Ambercrombie or Old Navy around here. I mean, like, everyone has those, right? A place can't, like, exist or anything, like, without them, right?" He looked worried for a moment, but went back to his delightfully giddy nature.

"Sure! We should, like, totally go through your closet, see, like, how much of a makeover you're in need of. Just look around, anyway--this, like, is so Unfashionable-burg. Hm...purple is, like, so totally in this autumn, but it, like, totally wouldn't work with your skin tone...except for, like, shoes! Or, like, a handbag or something, y'know, like, something small. God, isn't there, like, anyplace to get a tan around here? If not, that's, like, so totally gay," he huffed.

"D, for real," Lily nodded gravely. This was quite obviously the most important issue facing them, like, ever. "If there is not an Ambercrombie here, I will die." She looked simply horrified at the thought...for about two seconds, before she was distracted by ~~shiny things~~ the thought of accessories.

"Purple is so my color for accessories," she decided, giggling madly. "Like, could you not totally see me in some cream, wide legged trousers with a black boot and a funky top and a purple bag? It is so me, you know? You're a genius, D, for real." Looking around as if she expected 1) A purple bag to suddenly appear and/or 2) A tanning salon to be hidden somewhere in the Great Hall, Lily looked put out for a moment. Again, for, like, two seconds before ~~her goldfish-like attention span gave out~~ she had an idea (~~shock!~~). "This is totally, like, a magic school, D! I bet there's a spell or something like that. All bibbdy-bobbidy-boo and you'll be tan." She nodded firmly, already deciding that this must be fact and, therefore, easily attainable. "We'll just have to find some magic geek and make them do it. Maybe we can trade advice for it," she laughed. "Have you seen some of the total fashion rejects that are wandering around here? Like, God, get a mirror, right?"

"Like, we could totally start a club!" he cried, excited at this idea that just came to mind. "A fashion club, y'know, where people come to, like, get fashion advice from, like, the only fashion-savvy people in, like, this school." One could almost see the stars in his eyes ~~not literally at all~~. "And just think--if we, like, got popular enough around here, maybe we could, like, even get our own show! We'd be, like, so popular, and, like, EVERYONE would watch us, like totally." He nodded, as if this was already set in stone.

"Purple handbag. Exactly. Exactly! We are, like, so twinsies! Okay, okay, Lils, listen--like, totally one word for you: metallics~! Shimmery purple handbag, SO the, like, defining piece. And, like, keep the cream trousers, but, like, a big silver belt. Gold shirt. Oh, oh, and you'd have to, like, wear really really cute purple earrings! Like, gold with a bit of amethyst stuck in it, to go with the bag--which TOTALLY needs to have gold on it, because, hello, straight purple would, like, not go with anything if it didn't have some little decals on it." Obviously. "But the shoes...the shoes would, like, totally have to be silver, too, to match the belt. Ohmigawd they could be, like, those shoes with the heels that, like, wraps up your ankle, y'know, that you, like, tie and look like a goddess in?"

((Stop me. Stop me, please. XD; ))

"Oh. My. God, D, you are like, a total genius or something! For real. I mean, think of all the people we could help. It'll be, like, Habitat for Humanity, only with killer clothes. And no flannel," she made a face of absolute disgust. "We should totally write a fashion column in the newspaper, D. Think of all the horrible things we could help prevent." Her voice was fervent. This must be done.

But, once again, Lily's attention could only be held for so long. ~~Perhaps only clothing, her boobs and the showing of thereof, and sex could keep her focused? Only time would tell.~~ At the Doctor's mention of metallics, she stopped bouncing up and down on her toes and stared at him a moment, open mouthed. Then, with a high pitched squeal, she kissed his cheek and started to bounce again. "Zoh my God, D, that is why you are so my best friend forever! You, like, totally get me, you know? We have to go and get me changed out of these totally lame clothes, then we will go find you something that will make your eyes pop, you know?"

He giggled, hopping up and down with excitement. "Yes yes yes, we should, like, totally do something with the newspaper! We could save, like, people's eyes from the horrible fashion they pick out everyday! Oh! Radio!" If his vocal range would have allowed it--which it didn't--he would've squee'd much like she did. "Lils, we could, like, go on the radio and do it, too! Tch, I am, like, such a genius, totally."

And then a thought struck him. "Oh. My gawd. Did you just say, like, best friend forever? Eeeee~, we should so be, like, total BFFs! Like with the little, like, bracelets or, like, necklaces with the heart that snaps in, like, two, y'know, and it says BFF on it and you, like, wear a piece around and your BFF, like, wears the other around and ohmigawd we should totally do something like that!"

Best. Idea. EVER! Lily bounced a bit more, squeeing happily. "Oh. My. God, D, you are so beyond a genius. You're like, the Shakira of geniuses. We have to do a radio show. We could play some actual music and then have people come in and we can answer their fashion questions!!!111" ZOMG she was SO EXCITED!

"Oh my God, yes!" Squeeing again, she grabbed the Doctors hands and bounced around a little. "We totally need BFF bracelets. Nothing too tacky, like, of course, but it is such a necessity as of this moment."

"And totally, like, dis everyone else. Like, if they, like, decided to try and, like, play something, we could just be all like 'whateverrrr, loserrrr'. And yesyesyes~, BFFs for, like, evah~! Why are we, like, still standing around this dump for? We should, like, totally be in your room right now and stuff! C'monc'monc'mon!"

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