It was midnight, on a Saturday, and the full moon was in the sky. Maybe that was why Avis was in such rare form. Her bare feet were being tickled by the thin carpet as she pelted down the center hallway of the Fourth Wall, skidding to several stops only to pound on the double doors of her cabal mates' rooms before dashing towards the dining room.
She was excited. Very excited, but her haste was actually due to the tea pot shrieking like a tortured opera singer that she'd forgotten on the stove. She didn't even know how long it had been. Hopefully it wouldn't be ruined.
But oh well, if it wasn't that important. There were far more important things to be discussed than who broke the teapot.
"HEY Y'ALL! C'MON! I FIGURED IT OUT!" she yelled, trying to spur her cabal-mates out of their dens. "DON'T MAKE ME THROW BOILING WATER AT YOU!"
Seriously, she wouldn't. But it was important they got out here while the ideas were still fresh in her head. Well, ok, she could technically burn the ideas into her brain, but there was a certain sterility to that, a certain lack of animation that was so vital to what she had to say.