Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

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[thishouseishaunted]

Honestly, Glomgold was also rather short.

And thinking himself terribly clever as he reached the hand not shaking Sidon's up to snatch a jewel or two.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Which was an interesting strategy, considering those jewels were almost entirely embedded into the only things Sidon was even wearing, which made it...pretty noticeable, without taking the whole belt or cuff or sash along with it.

But full marks for effort, truly, and Sidon wouldn't even mention it.

"A pleasure to be on board," he said as he straightened, putting those jewels a bit further out of reach, but there were always the ones around his ankles...

[thishouseishaunted]

Glomgold was just going to have to get craftier. There were loads of things to use to reach those jewels, right here in this room!

He was now oh-so-casually making his way over to a ladle, for instance.

"Yes, yes, thank you. Tell me, how are you with assassinations?"