video; Ishtar, March 13th

[trustheart]

[The video feed is a first person view of a bunch of purple stuffed goats, mounted on wheeled platforms, chasing after someone who's running. Some of them have ribbons around their necks, some of them has attachments connected to their platforms for a variety of jobs. For those that know of them, they'd be recognizable as Hibiki's spy goats.

The camera moves to show Chris's face, who looks both winded and angry as she shouts at her device.]

THEY'VE BEEN AFTER ME ALL DAY! SOMEONE SEND HELP!

SHIKYOIN, DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

Comments

[holygrailed]

[Or perhaps the goats are rolling off to ambush again. All is possible for maintaining timelines.]

Do I? [Irisviel smiles innocently as she waves at the purple herd.] Or perhaps they are simple and used to following orders.

[trustheart]

Or maybe you're just such a mom you have an easy time bossing kids around.

[Chris can't help it, she snickers at her own joke.]

[holygrailed]

[Irisviel gives a delighted laugh, a bit of mischief shining in her eyes.]

Oh dear, I wouldn't say I'm bossing anyone! I'm sure everyone is happy to listen to me and what I have to say. I am so kind after all.

[trustheart]

I hate to tell you this, Irisviel, but... that's exactly what a good mom is like.

[She remembers enough of her own mother to recall that much.]

[holygrailed]

Oh dear. [Her hands lace behind her back.] I never thought I'd have so many... kids.

[trustheart]

[Chris grins a grin a mile wide.]

Bless your bleating heart?

[holygrailed]

Oh, Chris, now you're making me baashful.

[trustheart]

Should I hoof it on out of here before I really get in trouble?

[holygrailed]

With the ones we saw, I think it's more wheeling on out.

[trustheart]

Aw come on, Irisviel! You broke the combo!

[holygrailed]

I did not. The goats were on wheeled platforms. Not a goat pun, but a pun all the same.

[trustheart]

... I'm not sure the judges'll allow it.

[holygrailed]

[Irisviel mock pouts.]

Well, I say baah to them.

[trustheart]

Don't try to horn in my territory, Irisviel. I'm the best at these puns, and you doing that really gets my goat.

[holygrailed]

I think here is where I concede defeat. You are truly a master of puns. Perhaps you'll accept me as your punderstudy?

[trustheart]

You'll have to buy me barbecue if you want me to teach you my ways.

...

That's not another pun, I just want you to buy me food.

[holygrailed]

When I have more money, I'll gladly take you out for dinner. Until then, how about I cook for you?

[trustheart]

You'd have to convince Luger to give up the kitchen, but sure, I wouldn't say no to that.