Suns Out, Guns Out

[Circe]

"Ha ha," Circe points at Coco, "Funny but jokes on you! I keep flirteing with the wrong orientation so I keep failing at my attempts," she smile fades as she proceeds to slam her head into the table, "Why the fanculo does that keep happening?"

Something the Beast said makes her ear twitch. Circe sits up, "Oi! You apologize ta Lucas the Spider fer thinking he is gross," the faux defensive tone was back as she joked with the adorable Spring. What can she say? If she was going to look like a fantasy novel creature she might as well defend it.

"Ya want us ta call ya Grampa?" Circe says to Anatole. After a pause, "Okay, don't be expecting Father's Day cards from everybody. Hopefully Sonja doesn't buy ya ties fer days."

As for her question to Circe, that got a angelic smile sent to Sonja from the Drow elf. When Anatole give his opinion on it Circe just nodded before she sweetly said, "Yes."

As for Coco's scathing remarks to Circe, that gets a very flat look from the elf. She'd annoyed the bug? Great! "A Colt, money, cooking, and thank you. I am dangerous," she then faux stage whispers to the others, "That was a compliment right? It was accurate."

What Coco didn't know was that insults were a pseudo bonding thing for Circe. Someone picking a fight with her? That was a happy moment for the Summer Queen. Coco clearly was unfamiliar with the Internet safety rule regarding the feeding of trolls.

[Anatole]

Anatole was watching verbal tennis again. He laid a protective hand on his meal when the Crimson courtier decided to head-butt the table. The dwarf's face was immobile and he was emoting a frown nonetheless.

"No. I think it was supposed to be a critique of character. But what do I know? I've only been around here for six months and mostly keep to myself."

Turning to Sonnie Wu in an attempt to change the subject: "So. Besides loosing one's mind and working out, what else is there for a Lost to amuse themselves with around here?"

[Sonnie Wu]

She blinked in mild confusion at the blue elf, "Who's Lucas the Spider?" The name meant nothing to her.

Sonnie sighed and shook her head, "Way to go, Circe. Now you spoiled the surprise!" She looked to Anatole, "Sorry, Gramps. Hope you like light-up neckties, cuz the store said no refunds."

The biting vitriol spewing from Coco towards Sacramento's only Iron Spear was truly something to witness. The Beast chewed on her power bar, watching in fascination. This had the potential to be very fun.

Turning her gaze back to the Wizened, Sonnie smiled, "Wellllllll... the Spring Court is hosting a talent show soon. It'll be open to the public, but if you wanna participate - or just watch - be sure to come to Funderland!" Nod nod. "After that, Summer arrives and you'll have to ask Blueberry there what she has planned." More nodding. "Right now, watching Coco and Circe verbally spar makes for a nice show with lunch. Did you have something more specific in mind? I don't really know your tastes."

[Coco]

Coco's eyes narrowed to slits, the lack of reaction almost as infuriating as if Circe had returned with her own tirade of insults.

"The only person who's lost their mind is this one!" Coco continued, flicking her wrist in Circe's direction. "You talk about cooking, and yet you're eating that trash? Please. Do you know how toxic that shit is? Just because you look like you came from Sesame street doesn't mean you have to act like a fucking Muppet! I mean, what do you even cook? Olive Garden? Please. You're a fucking joke."

[Circe]

"Ooooh," Circe was all smiles as she pretended to be suprised by Anatole's explanation. Then back to Sonja, "A cartoon spider cute enough ta make an arachnophobe coo." Then Circe proudly smiles, folding her arms under her chest for emphasis, as Sonja praises her actions.

And what was Coco doing? Taking the bait. "A slushy isn't thick enough ta be counted as eating," teasing, "And if I'm a muppet Coco, you look like a low budget B movie monster. Or," she tilts her head to hum in thought. Then snaps her fingers, "Ah! A porn monster girl. Or perhaps tattoo art," then frowns before shrugging, "Ma questa è la mia origine, quindi nessun giudizio."

Then her tone became serious, "I have cooked plenty. Dessert, dynamite, filet mignon, high balls, and wonderland produce," then back to smiles, "Quite the joke. Like being only able ta do ONE thing and being upset when somebody else has a variety of skills. Oh ho ho ho ho," she leers at Coco, "So funny joke isn't it? Yer a fun one."

[Anatole]

Verbal sparring continues.

Anatole starts to look pained. He turns back to Sonnie Wu

"This is terrible. Or is this a practice run for your talent show? I like to drink. Tastefully. None of those common watering holes where you just slam down burning alcohol. No. Ambience. Atmosphere. Good whiskey or a fine stout. Know any places? I mean, you Emerald's have a tavern but I got the impression thats your Court affair; something you wheel out to impress the rest of us for your celebrations and coronations."

He had drifted back to watching the blue elf and the lady wasp trade barbs. It was like watching reality TV.

[Sonnie Wu]

Golden eyes happily bounced back and forth between the Wasp and the Blueberry, shifting to observe whichever one was speaking in the given moment. It was really nice to have a drama/comedy show to go along with her snack break.

The spell was broken a tad by the interjection of Anatole. Sonnie tore her gaze away to look at the Dwarf. "Hm? Oh, no, I don't think this is an act."

Finished with her power bar, she crumpled up the rapper and tossed it into a nearby public trash receptacle. Made the shot! Two points! Fists were pumped in celebration! "The Tavern is for all kinds of stuff. Coronations, sure. Other parties. The other Courts are usually welcome to come in and just hang out, though. I mean, for a long time, we had the only Hollow in the Funderland. Rhodes just built yours recently." The Beasts eyes started to be pulled back towards the arguing pair.

"I wonder if the Winters will make one now that there's more than zero of them around."

[Coco]

The longer Circe spoke, the redder Coco's face got, until it looked like she was doing a poor imitation of a lobster, or maybe someone with a mild sunburn. And, based off the way her jaw was clenched, and veins began to stand out on her forehead, it was clear that the Wasp was about to blow a fuse.

And, after a moment of standing there fuming, she snatched up her water bottle again, unscrewed the lid, and threw the contents across the table at Circe, the splash of water glistening in the air as it flew towards the Summer Queen.

Not gonna roll, so feel free to dodge, or whatever

[Circe]

"No Gramps, my paper jokes are terrible," of course she'd had to say that, but she was paying attention to Coco. And smiled wider as she ducked to the side of the water. "Excellent!" applauding Coco's actions with her hands clapping no less, "Use your anger, and other stuff Ian McDiarmid said."

Circe of course decided to quote Star Wars' big villain. What kind of Summer would not speak in praise of using one's anger. Though the elfin Fairest wondered if they knew who the actor was.

The Summer Queen rises from her seat, "Unless ya were hoping fer wet t-shirt or something. But ya don't seem the type," she shrugs, "Are ya sure yer part of the happy crowd? Seem much more angry. Come ta the dark side, we have cookies," then lifted her left hand with the index finger up, "And weapons made of dreams. Well sort I can probably do that now that the forge ain't exploding on me."

[Anatole]

"If they do, I doubt we'll be told. Such is their nature..."

Anatole began, intent on continuing his conversation with Sonnie Wu

"Whoa!"

He instinctively leaned back as a jet of water streamed from one end of the table to another.

"Never a dull moment with you two. Perhaps you should... Oh never mind!" He knuckled his moustaches.