Triona: But…But Mari, we should really give them their clothes back and say sorry. It wasn’t really nice of us to do that when they were sleeping….Please…

Mari stared at Triona for a little bit, looking grumpy for the most part but then a simply smile formed upon her lips. She placed a hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder.

Mari: Fine, fine. We can go over to their place and say sorry. Maybe we can give them a pair of our glasses!

Now that sounded like a plan there. So what the girls did was this. First, they got more glasses. Second, Mari found someone sort of close to Hamlet, sort of not, who knows, to ask some advice. A guy named Romeo. Guess Hamlet had taught him about swords. Anyway, he told them to go outside their place and say something sweet or whatever. Something mushy like that.  So the two of them would gather the stuff and off they went to wherever those two guys lived. Surely it be easier than finding a needle in a hay stack.

The two would come up to their place, after asking a hell of a lot of directions, and to one of the windows since who knows which one is a bedroom or a living room. They were told to stand from below, hand out to the sky, and serenade them with sweet words. Since that would be awkward, here is something better! With Triona on flute, shit was about to get real.



(-points to audio-)

After, they would simply stand there, holding up two pairs of the glasses they were wearing.

Triona: You think this worked?

Mari: I hope so. If not, they must hate cute things….like puppies.

Triona: Not the puppies!

(ooc: Yes, that is actually me…singing…in a kind of cute way…or at least trying.)