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A Kiss Is Still a Kiss


Date:  May 2, 2003
Place:  Telgar Weyr's Workroom
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  You must remember this:  a kiss is still a kiss; a sigh 
is still a sigh... not *that* much time has gone by since Katlynn's 
last visit to Telgar, but the Craftmaster is back, and just as scary
as ever.  Can Kassima talk her out of her plans to use the greenrider
to snare I'sai and/or snare them both for illicit group activities?
And even if she can, will she end up subject to indignation later for
the methods of distracting Kat's determination that she chooses?

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The Log:

You push aside the curtain and enter the workroom.

<Weavers> Katlynn spots an I'sai and waves at him.

<Weavers> I'sai zzzzz dreaming of Katlynn? zzzzz.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "That works for Kat ;)"

<Weavers> Kassima sniffles. Oh, sure, they always dream about her. ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "And she always dreams about Kassi? ;)"

Pern doesn't have midnight oil, so what Kassi's doing here must be
considered more like wasting the midnight glow--despite the late hour, the
greenrider, damp if tightly-braided hair attesting to a recent time spent
in the Springs, is working on a pair of riding straps. And occasionally
taking pauses to curse recalcitrant needles, recalcitrant awls, and bloody
stupid thread. She appears completely oblivious to the doom descending upon
her poor innocent little head.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "INNOCENT head? INNOCENT?!"

<Weavers> Kassima looks... well, innocent. She is! Completely innocent!

Katlynn shuffles merrily along into the working room, rugged-up tight
against the *awful* Telgar weather. Summer or no, this is bloody freezing,
and the Craftmaster is going to stay warm whether it means looking like a
marshmallow or not. She yanks a dark grey beanie off her head then, and
tries in vain to re-fix her hair before sashaying across the room to
Kassima. "My darling," she greets, voice low and sultry.

<Weavers> Katlynn rolls. Right. Cause I totally believe you ;)

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Hey, *you* have no evidence to the contrary,
snugglepuff. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "But I will! *muahahhaha*"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Never! Neveeeeeeer!"

<Weavers> Katlynn grins.

Kassima's expression, as she gazes up at the much-padded Kat, is much like
Ray's must have been as he first gazed upon the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.
Oh, no. Her death is come waddling upon her now. "Erk," is her first,
intelligent, half-squeaked comment, before she clears her throat and
managed a slightly more dignified if also slightly strangled, "Craftmaster
Katlynn. Duties t'you and yours and all that, and whatever brings you here
at this time of night?" Gee, look at how she's tensed in her chair. Getting
ready to leap from it and make a run for the exit, perhaps?

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "I don't waddle!!!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Giant marshmallows waddle, Kat. End of report. ;)
(Someone back me up on this?)"

<Weavers> Katlynn is a slim and trim and sexy marshmallow!

<Weavers> Kassima starts to protest, then pauses, looking thoughtful. Hmm.
Marshmallow. I'sai, have you ever, by any chance, experienced any impulse
to be, oh, say, a graham cracker? ;)

<Weavers> I'sai hmms. That brings up the question: is it better to -be-
chocolate, or to -experience- chocolate?

<Weavers> I'sai says, "Chocolate melting up right next to you, perhaps?"

<Weavers> Kassima can melt like nothing you've ever had melt next to you 
before, darling. Melts in your mouth, not in your... okay, no. Not going
there. ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn dies a thousand deaths. We are all going to hell. 

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "To answer the question, I would rather experience
chocolate. I think. Or be it. Depends. *ponder*."

Katlynn is NOT so padded that she's waddling. At least not right now. Not
*yet*. And thank goodness for that. She cocks one hip out to the side,
sliding a hand under her cloak to push it back, and splay her fingers
against wool-covered hip. "I'm here to see you, silly," She practically
purrs, glancing down at those straps and needles and 'bloody thread'. "What
are you doing? Can I help?" *She* doesn't look tense - she looks rather
relaxed, with a half-formed smile on her lips.

<Weavers> Kassima has been hell-bound for years, alas. ;) And thinks she'd
rather experience chocolate, too, but I will gallantly be the chocolate of
the s'more regardless, for y'all's sakes. Right. ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "What *is* a s'more?"

<Weavers> I'sai crunches?

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Do you have chupa chups over there?"

Kassima might possibly be; certainly the rounding of her abdomen has become
hard to disguise, though as long as she stays seated, the matter remains
academic. And for now, despite all her survival instincts, she seems
inclined to stay securely in that chair. "I'm, ah. Repairing straps, for
G'rignr, and I suppose you could, except he's paying me t'do it and if'n
you helped I'd have t'share the money." If nothing else, she's honest.
"Here t'see... me. That's... nice, I guess, but--why?"

<Weavers> Kassima doesn't think so. S'mores are this thing you make by
melting a marshmallow and chocolate between graham crackers. 0:)

<Weavers> Katlynn will be either the chocolate or the marshmallow, thanks. ;)

<Weavers> Kassima was assuming the marshmallow for you, since you said you
were one. ;) So I'll be the chocolate, and Is will be the evidently crunchy
cracker. ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn is nothing like a marshmallow! *grump*.

<Weavers> Katlynn has a lot of drooling fans as proof ;)

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Now, Kat. Don't deride the noble marshmallow.
People drool over them all the time! Witness the popularity of Rice Krispie
Treats!"

Katlynn wrinkles her nose, "That really isn't a task befitting a breeding
woman, Kassima my sweet. You should be relaxing.. not doing work for
others, money or no. Don't you have *enough* marks by now?" Yes, she knows
of the reputation. "Sweetling, will you not offer me a chair? My back
aches.." Likely it does not, but she puts on a good show of pressing back
hands to the small of it, and 'ooh ooh owwing' every so often. "Do I need a
reason, cookie? I came here just to gaze upon your beautiful face."

<Weavers> Katlynn sniffles. But marshmallows are fat and fluffy.

"I have a few," Kassi's willing to grant, "but you can never have *enough*.
Besides, I need things t'do with m'time--*productive* things for when all
the music practice and knife-throwing makes me feel guilty. What d'you
think I should do, lay around all day and get fat?" Dangerous question, but
she doesn't seem to realize; her tone makes it amused despite herself, and
half-rhetorical. Poor woman. "Oh--" Automatically she reaches a foot out to
kick out one of the chairs nearby, before she can think of it. Of course,
immediately after, she realizes what she's done and hastily suggests,
"Though you might like a chair closer to the hearth, across the table
there," and safely more distant. "Err. You're scaring me again, Kat. You
did tell I'sai what 'twere going t'tell him, right? Nay more ruse, right?"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "You could be marshmallow sauce instead?"

<Weavers> I'sai rice crispies mmm.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Can't I be caramel sauce instead?"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "AND I do not know what rice crispies are :D"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Well... hmm. Caramel sauce. Is, want to be ice
cream instead? We could make a sundae. 0:) Rice Krispies are a cereal. Not
bad on their own, but better as treats, when you melt marshmallows in the
cereal and form it into little bars. Nummy."

Katlynn grins suddenly as she sinks into that chair, with a grateful sigh
that's only half-pretend. "You'll have to teach my how to throw knives one
day - it might come in handy the next time I see that *stupid* *butthead*
*uglynosed* *boringeyed* Herder." No names are mentioned. "Stupid Learan."
Well... "You would never get fat, sweetheart! You're as trim and taut as a
twenty year old, and far more gorgeous than most. No heat - it's sharding
hot enough as it is, with this little one boiling me from inside out.
Though the weather *here* leaves a little to be desired." Since her cheeks
are red with cold. "I did, yes. He didn't seem to surprised. Nor jealous.
Though he did *say* 'a little jealous'. But that isn't the same."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Oooh.. maybe I've tried something similar with
like, rice-bubbles or something."

<Weavers> I'sai says, "The treats are just... yeah. Ice cream maybe. Hmm."

<Weavers> I'sai says, "(So tired)"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Go to bed then, silly. ;)"

<Weavers> I'sai says, "Very soon. ;) SO still has the computer on too,
though."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Oooh. :)"

Kassima shakes her head quickly at this very notion. "I'd nay trust you nay
t'throw 'em at me for refusing your advances, Kat," she points out,
somewhere between droll, dry, wry, and terrified. Okay, maybe not
terrified. At least not openly. "Learan? Isn't he the one that turned you
off men? Hasn't he done you enough damage without making you a murderer
*too*? Honestly, Kat--" Ooh. Watch her break off and go a good, solid rose.
"Err. Well. Thankee. I certes appreciate that. I'd appreciate it more if'n
you happened t'be a *man*, but I appreciate it regardless. What, the
spawnling's literally roasting you?" She perks up at this notion. "Does its
blood boil with evil? It might, y'know, with Is for a father. Wait, wait.
Is didn't seem *surprised*? You told him I let you kiss me and he didn't
seem *surprised*? I'm nay surprised at nay jealous--I could've told you he
wouldn't buy it."

<Weavers> Katlynn LAUGHS. Kassi... Blood boiling with evil...

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Well! Kassi has an Is-spawn of her own. She knows
whereof she speaks. ;)"

Katlynn pouts, "I wouldn't throw them at you, my love, my peach, my
succulent cherry, my tuber." Shrugging then, "The one and the same. Only
*now* he's gone and got some *Natasya* woman pregnant! Of all the rude,
obnoxious disgusting things he could do to me! And you know what?" Her
brows raise and she pauses dramatically, "He wanted me to be *happy* for
him! Absurd, strange little man. And I mean little," A firm bob of her
head. "I think it's blood does boil with evil - it certainly kicks like
some evil thing. It's so *painful* sometimes." Either that or she's just
too slim. "He wasn't surprised, really. I'm not sure if he even believed me
- I think you'll have to kiss me *in front of him* to make sure."

<Weavers> Katlynn tries to seduce Kassi the way she seduced I'sai. ;)

<Weavers> I'sai grins. You do that. ;)

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Don't count on it working quite the same way, Kat.
;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn should visit that plant while she's here 0:)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Aww. *grin*."

"How long ago were you calling *Learan* your love, your peach, your
succulent cherry?" Kassi demands, eyeing the Weaver suspiciously.
"--Natasya? Faerysa's daughter? Shells, didn't she just have that baby by
M'val? I wonder what happened between the... uh, never mind. I can see your
point, Kat, but did you expect him t'be happy for *you* when *that* came
up?" She points to Katlynn's stomach of marshmallow goodness. "I don't want
t'know about his size! Faranth, I hope I never meet the man at this rate.
The kicking doesn't really stop," and here she drops some of the bantering
tone in favor of real sympathy. "Sorry about that. Kisai kicked up a storm
too, and *this* one, well--hey! Katlynn! Nay! That was *never* part of any
deal!"

<Weavers> I'sai awwwws. C'mon. ;)

"I never called him any of those things," Katlynn confesses in a sullen
voice, "He was never good enough for any of that. So, instead, I have
resigned myself to calling him 'stinky' 'stupid' and 'tiny little man'
forever." Only she probably doesn't *mean* any of it. Well, not harshly
anyway. "I have no idea who Natasya is! All I know is that she's some
little wench who has gone and stolen Learan away *and* got impregnanted by
him. And probably *on purpose* too. Foul, foul woman." She purses her lips
together, then grins. "Who cares how he felt about *my* getting pregnant?
That doesn't matter much - it's with I'sai after all, and who *wouldn't*
want to have a child by that sweet specimen of a man?" She winks at the
greenrider. And the-en, "It was too part of the deal! oh go on Kassi, just
*pretend* to kiss me. It'll work!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Not. A. Chance. ;)"

<Weavers> I'sai says, "Think of the marks I... er, -we- could get from
people, just to witness."

Kassima probably shouldn't ask. She knows she shouldn't ask. Yet she is a
slave to curiosity, and so eventually, unwisely, perhaps even outright
stupidly, she asks, "But... if'n you never even got t'calling him pet
names... how d'you *know* he's a tiny little man?" Inquiring minds want to
know! "Mayhaps that's what he thought you should feel about his getting
this woman pregnant? I mean, obviously, he'd surely rather impregnate you,
but you got pregnant by I'sai instead, so he has t'settle for lesser
spawnmothers. 'Tis tragic, really." She manages by dint of great effort to
keep a straight face through saying that. "It wasn't! Was never! I won't
kiss you, Kat, I'm sorry. I'm nay kissing any women. And you, let me remind
you, are a woman, in case you'd forgotten!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "No deal. I don't trust you'd share. ;)"

<Weavers> I'sai says, "Worth a shot. ;)"

<Weavers> Kassima also gets 'The Deal (No Deal)' from Chess stuck in her
head. (And the appeal, partner, of this deal, partner, is we both stand to
win, you and me, the lady also.... ;)

Katlynn wrinkles up her nose, "Well in truth, I don't know if he's a tiny
little man or no - but just to satisfy myself, that is what I'm going to
call him from this point onwards." Firm nod. "And anyway, if he *REALLY*
loved me, he would've been so devasted that he wouldn't be able to look at
another woman, look alone impregnate one, beautiful, ugly or no. It is
tragic, I'm terribly glad you agree." She doesn't notice the effort it
takes the other women to keep that face straight. "Please kiss me, Kassi. I
need your help in this! You're my only hope.."

"Mayhaps you should try t'find out, just once," Kassi muses, trying to look
thoughtful more than entertained. "So you'd *know*. Because, y'know, if'n
he's nay little, mayhaps you'd hurt his dignity more by calling him
malformed or something instead. If'n you don't want t'*do* aught with him,
you could always just ask him t'take off his pants so you could check. What
could it hurt?" Oh, sure, *she* can say that. "Right, well, mayhaps he
pretended she was *you*. Because... let me think... because he yearned for
you so badly that he had t'have you or die, or something, and so the only
way t'save himself was t'sleep with someone, but the only way he could
manage that was t'pretend he was sleeping with you?" Someone's been
listening to too many soppy Harper ballads. Someone is also *really* having
trouble not laughing outright by now. "I'm sorry, Kat, but you're asking
too much. And I don't think you'll get I'sai by kissing another woman
anyway. Shells, that doesn't even make any sense as a plan."

Katlynn looks incredibly thoughtful, "Do you think he might've? No, no! He
slept with more women than just that awful Natasya - word has been spread
he's having some romantic love-affair with some Liah woman, upon hoardes of
*others*. And him not even Weyr-bred!" It's just plain _wrong_. At least in
her eyes. "He couldn't have pretended they were me; I'm far too good
looking to be the least at all like ANY of them. And, and.." Shrugging, "It
WOULD work. And if it didn't, well, maybe I'sai'd go for us both together.:

Kassima tries, sounding as reasonable as she can, "It might've taken *all*
those women t'take the edge off his hunger for you? I mean, obviously in
*one* woman he couldn't get even a tenth of what you could give him, ah,
that way, so he had t'keep trying woman after woman until finally those
hordes upon hordes finally equalled a very pale shadow of yourself?" And
the shame of it is, Learan doesn't even know Kassi to appreciate the effort
she's going to on his behalf. Or to come up to Telgar to try and kill her
soon. "Go for us both together," she repeats after a pause, sounding rather
dubious. "I somehow *doubt* that, Kat. And even if'n he were so inclined,
remember what I said a'fore, about nay groups? Still applies."

Katlynn shakes her head, "No, no no no. No matter *how* many women - or men
- he slept with, it would never, ever equal alike a single strand from my
head!" And, speaking of hair - she reaches a hand up to smooth a few bits
back into place. "I forgot you'd said no groups - but really, three doesn't
equal a *group*. It's more like a small gathering of intimate friends.
Really. But if you must say no.. then I guess the only answer is for you to
kiss me. My lips are very kissable Kassi, trust me. Or, if you must, you
may kiss my dimple - I'sai did."

"I'm sure 'twouldn't," Kassi hastens to reassure, holding up her hands,
which have set down their strap-mending implements long since. "But he
might nay have known, until he tried, so... any more than two's a group
t'me. I know you've surely more experience in these matters, but what can I
say? And *why* is that the only answer? What," she asks in exasperation,
"am I supposed t'be getting out of this anyway, Kat? I don't want group
sex, so I have t'kiss you? There's logic in that?" At least while she's
busy being exasperated she can't just flee in terror; that's something. "I
don't have any particular interest in kissing *any* part of a woman who
isn't family, Kat. If'n I did, 'twould be purely platonic, naught Is would
get all hot and bothered and jump you over, or *whatever* you're hoping
he'll do."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "HAH! Now I have an evil plan."

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Oh, no. Oh, dear. ;)"

"But we're practically *family* now, you and I, Kassima," Katlynn points
out, "You're Kisai's mother, and I'sai's Kisai's father, and you *know*
that I'sai is the father of my baby.. so that makes us as good as sisters!
You'll just have to kiss me platonically on the lips and go "Oooh ahh
Kat.." plantonically, and slide your hands up into my hair - platonically
of course - and then it'll all be over and you'll never have to worry about
being forced into group sex again!" And the Craftmaster looks quite pleased
with herself upon saying this. "C'mon Kassi, pleeeeeeease. I'll give you a
free.. dress. Proddy outfit, maybe? I'll buy you a new knife!"

Kassima yelps, "I never had t'worry about being forced into group sex in
the *first* place!" Because this, of course, must be denied *straight
away*. "You couldn't force me if'n you tried--and while I fear you *might*
try, I don't think Is would be game for forced group activity *either*;
that's a bit darker evil than methinks he runs to. And there will be nay
lip kissing, ever, or oohing and ahhing, ever, or fondling your hair,
ever." A thought dawns on her. Uh-oh. She looks suddenly hopeful. "Besides,
Kat, had you ever considered--just supposed--that mayhaps, if'n he saw us
doing that, he'd get jealous and want me *instead* of you? I mean, if'n you
really think I'm that beautiful, and your taste is t'be trusted, that
*could* be possible. D'you really want t'risk that?" She's putting a little
too much effort into trying to sound serious here. "Nay, nay, nay! Nay
kissing women! Especially nay kissing women in front of someone else!"

Katlynn looks plainly at Kassima, "Fine. Forget the 'ooh ahhing' and the
hair fondling et cetera.. and just kiss me on the lips. Or on my dimple.
Whatever feels more comfortable for you." She's NOT going to give this up.
At least, not yet. "You think he'd get so jealous that he'd run to your
arms and forget me for ever?" A frown creases her brow, and she casts
doe-eyes at Kassima, "I guess you *are* that beautiful that he might just
be swayed..." This casts a definate damper on her plans. She chews at her
lip thoughtfully a moment, then shrugs. "Well, I'm willing to try it at
least! There's nothing else for it.. Because I have no *other* way to win
him over now, do I. Unless you want to help me."

Exhaling a long, quiet sigh, Kassi rubs at the back of her neck. "I could
possibly--*possibly*--for a very hefty bribe give you a platonic kiss on
the dimple," she mutters reluctantly. "But I'm nay sure. For one, why
exactly am I supposed t'be interested in seeing you win I'sai over, again?"
The half-success of her plan, rather than triumph, causes a flicker of
alarm in green eyes: "Uh--well--thankee again, Kat, you're kind. And you
never *know* what he might do. I mean...." Mull. Mull. Will this extricate
her from this mess, or no? "It just doesn't seem worth it. If'n *you* think
I'm that beautiful, why, he might see it too. Since he's nay a blind man.
He appreciates *you*, after all. And he said he liked the things I did with
his fishing pole. 'Tis just too risky, Kat. You don't want us running off
together t'make lots of little Is-and-Kassi-lets and you left with only
that tiny Learan t'try and satisfy you."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "LMFAO. Did with his fishing pole.."

<Weavers> Katlynn dies.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "I wonder whether Is would be ICly furious or ICly
hilariously entertained by Kassi taking his name in vain here. ;) He *did*!
That's almost a direct quote!"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "REALLY! *dies*"

Katlynn sighs mournfully, sinking lower down in her chair. She has to
shuffle back slightly to accomodate her pregnant bump. "If he likes what
*you* do with his, ahh, his fishing pole so much, then I guess there really
is no hope for me at all." She rests one hand over her stomach, almost
protectively. "You can go having *more* I'sai-Kassi-lets when I've only
*one* I'sai-Kat'let, and it not even born! That just wouldn't be fair. And
Learan is just not man enough for me - he doesn't have blonde hair and blue
eyes. I'sai does. And that, my tuber, is all that matters. Or something. So
what'm I to do then? Nothing? Then he might run off with who-knows-who."

"I'm sure he also has plenty of praise for your fishing techniques," Kassi
murmurs. Awww. Her plan has worked, but now Kat's all sad. "And there's nay
rule about how many times we can spawn! Apart, I suppose, from biological
rules and all. We probably couldn't spawn a hundred times. I'd die. But you
get the idea." Now the Craftmaster gets a shrewd look. "So explain
something t'me, then--if'n you like manly men, and blonde hair and blue
eyes, why precisely are you interested in one hopefully very non-manly,
black-haired, green-eyed woman?"

"But he probably likes yours better," Katlynn sighs, "You're probably a
much better fisher-woman than I am. I don't even *like* Sea...crafters."
Because *that* matters. "I suppose you might die if'n yu spawned one
hundred times.. so I think maybe you should never spawn again with him. But
then, well, you are my good friend, so I'd be willing to share him with
you. I /suppose/." And does this mean Kat has any control over I'sai
whatsoever? Of course not. Then, "Umm-umm.. I like you because you have a
nice set of.." Her eyes slide down from the greenriders face to her neck,
then her chest. "..bubbly pies."

Now looking thoroughly bemused, Kassi tries, "I've never even met many
Seacrafters? So there's that?" Sure, that makes everything better. "I won't
spawn with him a hundred times more. I *promise*. How's that? And I am
touched, Kat, honest." Disturbed, but touched. Then just disturbed as Kat's
eyes go a-roaming. "Bubbly *pies*?" she squeaks, automatically bringing her
arms up to fold them across her chest, protectively.

"Seacrafters, umm.." Katlynn just shrugs helplessly. "Yes, bubbly pies.
Sweet and succulent." But she goes no further than that, her own cheeks
taking on a mysterious blush. "I *should* be going. I have to check on our
love-plant and make sure I'sai hasn't killed it or anything. He told me it
was still very much alive, but you know how he tends to.. ah.. embellish
the truth, sometimes?"

<Weavers> Kassima thinks by now it's been thoroughly proven that Kat only
wants to use Kassi to get at I'sai. Sniffle. I'm just a tool to you! ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn awws. She'd have Kassi too, if she thought she really
could! ;)

Kassima's chair takes a jump backwards as its occupant recoils, looking,
yes, decidedly traumatized. "You like manly men, and yet what you like
about me is bubbly pies?" she demands. "I fell asleep, didn't I? This makes
so much more sense now. I fell asleep, and this is all a *dream*, and
that's why you're trying t'convince me t'kiss you so we can sleep with
I'sai. Right. Now the world makes sense. You go do that, Kat, go check on
your love plant t'make sure I'sai hasn't murdered it in a fit of spastic
bronzer rage or something. Perfect sense that makes. Everything can make
sense in a dream."

<Weavers> Kassima just sniffles. ;) Well, even thinking she really can't,
does she still have an evil plan for those fabrics at some point? ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Yes! Definetly.. I forgot about it tonight.. But
she does, she does. It'll be better when Kassi isn't pregnant, anyway."

<Weavers> Kassima grins and bounces. I look forward to finding out. ;) But
yeah, any maternity-designed evil would have limited use, and unlimited
evil is more fun. 0:)

<Weavers> Katlynn definetly agrees ;) You haven't read the Kushiel books,
by any chance, have you?

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Kushiel's Dart and Kushiel's Chosen? Haven't read
'em, but I saw 'em in the bookstore and then the second one in the library.
I'd have gotten it if it'd been the first."

"If you'd like to think this is a dream, then go right ahead," Katlynn
murmurs, standing from her chair and scooping up her beanie to stuff onto
her head. "Do you think I'sai'll think I look ugly all rugged up like this?
It's not exactly a crochetted lace bikini or anything.." But she has to go
make sure the love plant isn't dead, so she'll leave it at that for now.
"It was nice to see you again, my juicy bubbly pie."

<Weavers> Katlynn awws. Shame. The second one has a description of Phedre
(the heroine) getting this dress made for her.. and that is something like
what I was hoping to do with Kassi ;)

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Oh, dear... now I wish I'd gotten the book so I
could read that scene. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn grins. To sum it up, she gets *sewn into* this slinky,
sexy dress because it's so form-fitting there is no other way to do the
side seam up.

"I really can't think why else you'd be telling me I have sweet and
succulent bubbly pies," Kassi murmurs back, a bit helplessly. Poor Kassi:
it's not that she's obviously trying to be evil so much as that she's very
disturbed. "Nay, nay, I'm sure he won't think you're ugly. You'd have t'go
t'great effort t'be ugly, and you haven't done that." Pause. "Besides,
you'd die of cold in a crocheted lace bikini. And corpses are *never*
attractive. 'Twas nice t'see you too, though, Kat. After a fashion."

<Weavers> Kassima *laughs*! I do like that idea. The only pity is that you
could never wear it again, could you? Or was there a way to get it on and
off? Not that I'm not saying that'd be hilarious either way. ;)

Katlynn wiggles her fingers over her shoulder as she's heading out, wrapped
up tight against the cooler weather once again. "I suppose if he *really*
must see me dressed in something akin to a bikini, I can always just take
my dress off." Not that *that's* likely to happen. "Goodnight, my little
tuber of love."

Katlynn leaves the workroom and heads out into the bowl.