Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

When even the pruning sheers had been candy canes, Adrian knew that it was time to give up on doing anything productive. Instead, he'd taken his knitting out of one of his coat pockets and began finishing up the back panel of the sweater he'd been attempting to knit when Lydia had sworn eternal enmity at his ball of yarn. Not quite two more weeks until Christmas, and it was time to keep going.

Forest help him if he needed to cut anything today, eeesh.

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[joan_of_bark]

"Well, this is incredibly annoying," Pam said, holding a candy cane that used to be a scalpel. "This island is just throwing everything but the kitchen sink at all of us, isn't it?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"We will have a Merry Christmas and we will like it, apparently," Adrian said with a wry smile. "This is more annoying than the mulled wine in the taps."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam sighed. "The mulled wine didn't get in the way of my research," she agreed. "Even if it still leaves me with so many questions."

[witchoftheflesh]

"And an appreciation for my habit of having extra water in the house," Adrian admitted. "I didn't shower, but Boston and my plants were all watered safely."

[joan_of_bark]

"I had to handle that the old-fashioned way," Pam admitted. "I grabbed a bucket and went for a walk."