Zilly Fumblebump

Oh. Uh... sure?

I... don't you have plans?

Oh no, I'm fine with the party. Just... have no plans after, heh

Huh? Course I'll be there...

Oh, haha. I just don't find much joy in it, ya know?

"Anyone else think the Holidays are kind of a bummer? I guess I got the party to look forward to at least."

"Maybe not to you~"

"It was supposed to spund scary, Miss Paula. Thats the bit~"

"Good morning! Just remember that if it feels like someones watching you? They probably are and its probably me!"

Hiii stinky /pos

Thats true enough, I guess. Glad todays fine, though.

She smiled at that. "Thanks, really. I hope you get t'talk to your kids soon." A long pause. "And that we don't hear about your customer on the news~"

She up she went. She'd take the offered snacks. The others would love them. "Thank you again."

"Just checking in. We like to make sure Toons are doing okay. Especially when they /do/ live so close to the HQs."

She usually didn't do those sorts of check-ins... but this was nice.

"You don't have to apologize. Its... really sweet to hear, honestly."

It left a weird knot in her chest, but she didn't let that show. Aloof and mysterious was kinda her whole deal.

"It does. I was asking you to share, after all."

She tilted her head a bit at that. "I bet it does. But at least they're making a good name for themselves there, yeah?"

She didn't get that luxury. But she wasn't gonna mention that. She much preferred learning information, not giving it out.

"Fancy Living, huh? Can't say I've ever been to either."

She had grown up in the middle of nowhere. Toontown had been the biggest she ever reached for.... but hey, it worked out. She glanced over the tray curiously, smiling.

"Thanks, Paula. The others will love this. Trust me."

"You're not wrong.."

She slumps a bit at that, glancing to the side. She didn't like thinking on the possible future. They all had heard how wrong things could go, but...?

"...where do your boys live?" A distraction. Thank animators.

"That's true. Sometimes thats all we got, yeah?"

Hope was sparce most days, or at least it felt that way. But maybe she had her eye in the periscope for too long...?

"You don't gotta apologize to me. I don't mind."

"I know a lot of Toons say that. Lowden talks highly of him usually. Ripley too."

She doesn't care nearly as much, though she respected the others respect for him.

"Maybe eventually. But I doubt he'll come back here."

She can't help her own laughter at the idea. She was sure it could be done. Heck, /she/ could do it, but the image was funny.

The mention of him coming back does make her stop, and she sips her drink again.

"Yeah, I bet lots of Toons miss him. I never met the guy, so I guess I'm less attatched."

"Can you imagine? Like..." she mocked a deeper voice. "Two days is all I need to find him."

She lit up at the weird sludge, moving to drink it without complaint. "Thank you."

"I guess so? Maybe they've tracked Mickey Mouse down to the exact address."

Shes joking of course, snickering softly. The mention of sugar made her pause.

"As much as you're willing to give me, please."

"Sup, Doc? Staying out of trouble?"

She snorted at that, adjusting in her seat a bit. This felt.. very cozy and just as weird to her.

"Maybe he wanted to try and celebrity spot? People are weird about that."

"Maybe not, but sometimes decisions say a lot about someone."

Of course she'd say that. Her entire life revolved around nitpicking tiny details to find more. She moved to sit down at one of the kitchen chairs, offering a polite smile.

"That seems a little excessive. But hey, their money, right?"

Shes trying to be playful at least, offering Paula a faint smile. She stands a bit awkwardly, not quite sure where to stand or sit.

"Every story is exciting, maam. You just gotta have the right pair of ears listening."

The home was... a lot nicer than hers. Thats for sure. The warm comforts felt a stark contrast to her quarters in the HQ or her own home.

"Any interesting clients recently.
?"

"Easier said than done sometimes. We're /always/ busy down below."

She hesitated for a moment, but then moved to follow her into the back of the store, pulling her shades off as she did. It somehow felt rude to have them on.

"Its my mandated 'go out and be social' time. Very important, you know!"

She has to ponder of she should have switched to plain clothes, but a little too late for that, huh?

"Oh, er.. greens fine. Thank you."