It’s only temporary. After that she’s Paquin it in and takin’ it on the road.
The prospect of assigning identities to all the citrus fruit is intriguing. Obviously orange humans and lemon elves, but beyond that… Giant pommelos, ogre grapefruits, gnome kumquats, dwarf clementines… and God only knows what the Buddha’s Hand would be. but maybe I’m Annalyzing it too hard.
It’s only temporary. After that she’s Paquin it in and takin’ it on the road.
The prospect of assigning identities to all the citrus fruit is intriguing. Obviously orange humans and lemon elves, but beyond that… Giant pommelos, ogre grapefruits, gnome kumquats, dwarf clementines… and God only knows what the Buddha’s Hand would be. but maybe I’m Annalyzing it too hard.
On the other hand, spatula dramatics are an under appreciated art form.
Also, and this is just an observation: Thimble.
Thimble…
Thimble.
Speak the word. The word is “Thimble”.
Cold: Spot on! Oh, and I believe the Buddha’s Hand would be a mind flayer.
Rebel: Trish still lives in a drawer in my apartment, but I have no idea what became of Vincent Bruno.