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Chilly Boulder; Tuesday Evening.

At first, Charlotte had thought that maybe she was imagining, but a day of ~~handwavily~~ being out and about with business regarding the gallery had proven it past the point of denying it. There was definitely some sort of dessert falling from the skies. She'd heard of it raining cats and dogs before, but fruit and whipped cream? It was a good thing she remembered to bring an umbrella, but, after watching the food fall through the new, large front windows installed in the building, Charlotte started to crave something sweet something awful. It seemed a little...wasteful, though, all that food on the ground, all dirty and unsanitary, but she wasn't going anywhere near it.

Instead, she was at the ice cream place, with a nice, modest indulgence of chocolate ice cream (with a few sprinkles), sitting at a table and applauding the little show that seemed to be put on by the little men in the colorful costumes. But the applauding stopped abruptly with wide-eyes and a lifted shoulder if any of those little men tried to get too near to Charlotte. They were fun, but only from a distance. Up close, they were kind of creepy.

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Maybe it was the weekend that caused Teddy to want ice cream.

Maybe.

But maybe it was the need for some mint chocolate chip ice cream.

He smiled and nodded at the woman already there. "Hello!"

Dragging her eyes a little reluctantly from the jesters as one of the performed a pretty impressive (although slightly painful to think about) sort of flip, Charlotte returned the friendly smile to the boy. "Hello."

...

Teddy tilted his head to the side, watching them go. "Wow. Are those new?"

Charlotte chuckled a little, because, really, they really were quite fascinating once you notice them. "I really couldn't tell you," she admitted, "but I haven't noticed them until just now. They're pretty good! Very entertaining."

Just as long as they didn't get...too close.

"I noticed some weird deserts showing up, but not--" He waved vaguely toward them. "Them."

"It's good to know I'm not just losing it as far as those desserts go," Charlotte commented, smiling a little wryly. "I thought all the paint fumes from the remodeling was starting to go to my head."

"Are you new in town?" Teddy asked

"Oh! Yes!" Charlotte's eyes went a little wide for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry; I should have introduced myself. I'm Charlotte. Charlotte McD-" Pause, shake of the head. "York." She offered out her hand. "I just moved here a about a week ago. It's nice to meet you....?" She trailed it off, leaving an introduction in return open for the taking.

"Teddy," He replied, taking the hand and smiling again. "You like it here so far?"

Charlotte opened her mouth to respond, but found that it transformed itself into a reluctant intake of breath. "Well," she said, reluctantly after a moment, deflating her shoulders slightly. "I do," she decided, "but it does take some getting used to."

And it would be a whole lot better if it weren't for the issue of exhusbands around, but that, it had seemed, was nothing a weekend throwing yourself into your work in a hotel room couldn't fix.

"That's Fandom for you," teddy replied, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. "If you can handle the small jesters without freaking out, most things aren't too bad."

Said the alien.

"But...why would they freak me out...?" Charlotte asked, with caution, dragging her eyes from Teddy back toward the jesters in question, but trying not to see obvious about it. They were just street performers, right? Abnormally small ones, true, but where were all kind of things out there.

"I mean, forget the jesters, I think I should be more concerned about the fact that it's raining desserts out there!"

"Um..." Teddy rubbed his neck again. "Did you go outside this past weekend?"

"Uhhh..." Great, just what she needed, for this kid to find out that she was a sad, pathetic, shut-in of a divorcee, a few dozen cats short of crazy old spinsterhood. "No," Charlotte admitted. "I was a little busy with work this weekend. Why? Did I miss something more bizarre than raining puddings?"

"No... but a lot of us turned into kids for the weekend..."

"But..." Charlotte eyed Teddy for a moment, calculating his age. He couldn't be older than seventeen, which put him firmly in the category of definitely still a kid. And doing a wonderful job of making her feel incredibly old. "Um," her head tilted, her forehead frowning deeply. "By 'us,' you mean...?" She let the question trail off, for him to fill in the blank.

"The students up at the school," Teddy replied, pointing up toward the dorms. "I think I was about five."

Charlotte wasn't entirely sure she was following Teddy that the moment.

"...Five?"

"You know, like, five years old?"

"...wait, so you're telling me that you and some of the other students at the school were kid kids, like five year old kids, during the weekend? Like, actually, physically wee little children?"

Teddy nodded. "Pretty much! This is the second time it happened."

Charlotte looked at Teddy, and then her eyes shifted away a second, and then back again. "Oh, I get it. April's Fool, yeah? That's not a bad one."

"Um... no?" Teddy shook his head. "The island is just weird like that sometimes. It happens on other days too."

The island is just weird like that. Charlotte had heard something like that before, hadn't she? Although, really, aside from the...unconventional weather today (okay, and maybe the naked fruit boy at the hotel), she hadn't seen that much amiss.

The exhusband randomly showing up didn't counter, either.

She gave Teddy another steady look, to let him know that she wasn't going to let some teenager try to tell her stories like that, and deftly attempted a change of subject.

"So have you been attending this school long, Teddy?"

"Almost two years now," Teddy replied, confused by the change in topic.

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