Merriment 16; Voice

[namethattune]

There is now a clothes dryer in the laundry area.

For those unfamiliar, the low setting is for delicate clothing that would otherwise be harmed by high heat and friction; the medium setting should be appropriate for most train-assigned clothing; and the high setting should be reserved for sheets and towels only.

[There's a moment's pause, and then:]

Please do not attempt to ride in it; we would not want anyone to end up in medical.

[If he doesn't issue a warning, someone will try it. He just knows it.]

Comments

[namethattune]

[Murphy seems to be a man who enjoys the finer things in life.]

I believe it is currently open, if you would like to treat yourself.

[zombiemessiah]

[Like shampoo and conditioner and shoes that have soles! Real luxury. But if he can get those with style too? Chef's kiss.]

You've done a rare thing and actually talked me into doing laundry.

[Unless he can trick someone else into it. Which would be preferable? But he'll do laundry if he has to.]

Better also warn them that certain fabrics will shrink.

[namethattune]

And all it took was most of my points.

[He's smiling, though. He can appreciate Murphy's tastes here.]

That is why I gave instructions. Perhaps I ought to write them down.

[zombiemessiah]

True, but there's a difference between 'damaged' and suddenly finding yourself in high-waters. I can rock a lot of looks but capri pants are not one.

...On the other hand, don't say anything. The entertainment could be worth it and I'm sure some wizard or another could magic them back to another size.

[namethattune]

Have you tried recently? You may find your tastes have changed.

[He is absolutely messing with Murphy. That smirk is audible.]

Miss Spider may be able to, for a price, though I would prefer not to make more work for her unless necessary.

[zombiemessiah]

Never pulled them off in any skin color I've had. And I'm a guy that'll do argyle vests if you catch me at the right stage of post-life crisis. But, come on, you're a tall guy. You gotta know what it's like to end up an unwilling victim of short pants.

Ahhhh I dunno. She might end up in a mood for a sugar rush. That's a whole lotta spider she needs to feed.