Errrr, this all seemed rather complicated for a pedicure! This wasn't Paul's first rodeo in that regard, either. "I'm not sure what color I want on my toes yet." But his feet were clean for this very occasion...the pedicure would just...DOUBLY clean them. "And I'd like for someone to read my fortune! Don't leave me ooouuuuuut!" he fake!whined and wiggled his toes. "Tell me what to do first!" he said to Derf. Summoning a cookie, he leaned back on his elbows and smiled at all of them in turn. Emmalyn...Isa...Derf...Maddie...Tinka...ahh. What a crew. He wondered where Hattie was at, and Bel, too. They'd enjoy this kind of thing.

Milton would, too.

And ah, the pains of missing a loved one hit him, and he would have to floo his head home later if he could manage it and had time for it.

Also, excuse YOU, Isa. Paul Myers was great at picking out colors THANK YOU VERY MUCH!