Originally Posted by mialovesyoulots

Lizzie wandered into the break room, intent on finding a cup of coffee and somewhere to relax for her lunch hour away from Poppy and Borr. She was so set on her task that she didn't notice anything different about the room until she sat down. Looking around, she almost felt sick. It was all pink - and it was absolutely vile.

OH MERLIN.

'POPPY PRICKLEPOT!' she yelled, knowing instantly that this had to be her doing. 'What in Merlin's name have you done?!' she demanded, glaring at the stupid woman angrily. Seriously?! She couldn't just waltz in here and do... well, this! It was outrageous! 'Honestly, Ms. Pricklepot, you are getting on my last nerve,' she fumed, all her usual politelness and respect completely gone. 'You cannot simply come in here and do whatever you please! This is a workplace, not your home!'

Originally Posted by Starbreeze

Poppy raised an eyebrow at the stick-figure. "It's food." She said bluntly. What did this woman think it was, an lacewing fly farm convention? It was, you know, the things people put in their mouth, then chew on, then swallow also known as food. Clearly this paper thin woman didn't eat enough of it and had forgotten what it looked like. "It's delicious, succulent, and extremellyfattening food." She said the last part in a whisper while covering so that the woman wouldn't hear her. Anyway, she should eat some. Poppy gestured to it, trying to get the woman to at least consider eating some. She had put an awful lot of time buying cooking all of it!

Oh, goodness yay here came her bestie to have a cup of tea with her! Oh, wait... She was complaining, yet again. Poppy rolled her eyes as she grabbed a mouthful of cookies and stuffed Lizzie's mouth. There, that ought to shut her up for a while, and help her put some sugar meat on those bones. "You were saying, sweetie?" Poppy giggled and then took a biscuit herself and basically swallowed it with one bite. Like a lady. Poppy flicked her wand and the old record she had set up in the corner of the room began to play a waltz, just what Lizzie wanted to do. Waltz. She grabbed both of Lizzie's hands and began to twirl around the room with her, while she tried to accompany the melody with an awful, screech-like hum. Lizzie was having fun. Maybe not, but Poppy was.