Chanel, resolutely as always non-charmed by sugar, small bugs or their secrets, made a beeline (haha) to the first thing truly Spooky item that she sees here. She's not always swayed by the quaint stylings of Elflock Falls, but this time. Oh this time. The candle maker is a true craftsperson. She cradles a spine candle in her hand like it's her child, and coo at it accordingly. "I want to give it a little pumpkin head and take it home." She says aloud, "This is perfect."
Edited (I'm an idiot, I'm sorry) 2019-11-16 18:06 (UTC)
"Do they make candle limb bones?" Laszlo asks, already looking for more anatomical treasures. There are skulls, of course, but those are what the kids call "main streamed" now, and therefore not exciting. Not like the spine.
Armani surveys the collection in search of something limby for Laszlo, ducking down to see what's on the lower tier of the table display. "Ooh!"
Laying flat on its side is one long boy with a similar but much smaller boy resting beside it. Armani pulls out both bone candles and holds them side-by-side, grinning in anticipation of the bad joke he's about to make. "Jimmy's left arm stopped growing past the age of three. As sad as it was, the sight of his baby arm was rather humerus."
The soft snort of laughter that escapes Chanel at that is not something she'd allow anyone but the two in front of her to witness, at any point in her existence. But she plays along. Chanel likes the skull candles, unfortunately, and picks one up to place on the top of the two-arm monstrosity. Skull-Jimmy shakes his head, mournful, to object to this objectively wonderful, stupid pun.
Fred can appreciate a skull used to dramatic effect. Pirates love skulls and Fred loves writing about pirates. Who skip around time chasing shipwrecked British orphans. Spines, on the other hand, just bring up a lot of ucky wucky imagery about dead bodies and blugh how did that even get there. Halloween is over!! Fred's sooooo not surprised to find her meditation partner lovingly holding the only thing at this festival that isn't heartachingly adorable.
"Why would it have a pumpkin head," Fred asks, licking tiny bundt cake frosting off her thumb even as she tries to visualize this monstrosity.
Chanel purposely pretends not to notice Fred's presence for a good ten seconds after she arrives, because she knows full well that will annoy her. Forced buddy meditation has, at the very least, taught her that. She spins to Fred, still cradling the spine and makes a little "oh," of surprise at her presence. As in oh, you're still here.
"Why, because he's cursed to roam the earth for eternity, and he can't find his skull again, darling, obviously. You can't expect him to go without seeing, can you?"
This is, of course, diabolically effective. Short of insisting she'd never heard of The Peculiar Perils, this is the easiest way to irritate Fred. Who takes up a lot of space and is a Local Hometown Darling and shouldn't be ignored!! Getting a meditation partner should have been getting a brand new fun chat buddy, but Chanel is absolutely the opposite of that.
Fred, who has an extremely wild imagination and is maybe possibly a tiny bit biased when it comes to all things Chanel, looks unimpressed by this explanation. "Does he float or Pogo stick around?"
Chanel is absolutely the sort to deny that she listens to the Peculiar Perils, even though she does. Every time. Something she'll never admit, because Fred wouldn't appreciate it anyway. She'd probably just argue that Chanel had the wrong ideas about the cast, because they weren't really going to murder each other at the end.
She takes this next bit of criticism with a quiet huff, and makes a grab at just a few plain taper candles, setting them up with the spine like a very disproportionate stick figure. "I mean, he could pogo stick if he wanted, but usually it's by horseback. Of course he kept his legs."
Okay, sure, the pirates aren't looking to hug it out if their plans weren't constantly being foiled. And okay, maybe if you look critically at the way Leviathan Teethgulper died, the Pickerings are technically murderers. But it was an accident!! Sometimes things just happen when you're a time traveling shipwrecked British orphan!!
Fred takes Chanel's huff as a small win in her column. "Oh, of course he kept his legs." Compared to the spine, someone's clearly been skipping leg day. "Does he also have a pumpkin butt to keep from tipping over on the horse?"
Chanel looks around the candle shop for butts. Which is nothing she thought she'd be doing today, but to one-up Fred seems worth it. It has to be inexplicably beautiful and also disturbing, the way the best things are. She takes her time answering, long fingers weaving delicately across the different products on display. Each seems to come up inadequate. It lands on a natural-looking loofah, which seems like a better compromise than most. She plops it among the creepy bones, looking a little offended.
"What? No. That would break in seconds. Think of his comfort."
Chanel and a Candle (To Enable All Spine Threads, Open++)
Twinzlo and a Candle
Twinzlo and a Candle
Laying flat on its side is one long boy with a similar but much smaller boy resting beside it. Armani pulls out both bone candles and holds them side-by-side, grinning in anticipation of the bad joke he's about to make. "Jimmy's left arm stopped growing past the age of three. As sad as it was, the sight of his baby arm was rather humerus."
Twinzlo and a Candle
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
"Why would it have a pumpkin head," Fred asks, licking tiny bundt cake frosting off her thumb even as she tries to visualize this monstrosity.
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
"Why, because he's cursed to roam the earth for eternity, and he can't find his skull again, darling, obviously. You can't expect him to go without seeing, can you?"
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
Fred, who has an extremely wild imagination and is maybe possibly a tiny bit biased when it comes to all things Chanel, looks unimpressed by this explanation. "Does he float or Pogo stick around?"
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
She takes this next bit of criticism with a quiet huff, and makes a grab at just a few plain taper candles, setting them up with the spine like a very disproportionate stick figure. "I mean, he could pogo stick if he wanted, but usually it's by horseback. Of course he kept his legs."
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
Fred takes Chanel's huff as a small win in her column. "Oh, of course he kept his legs." Compared to the spine, someone's clearly been skipping leg day. "Does he also have a pumpkin butt to keep from tipping over on the horse?"
Chanel and a Candle, Fred and a Cake
"What? No. That would break in seconds. Think of his comfort."