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Time: August 15th, 2000
Place: The bar
Status: Everyone except Adam
Summary: Pretty decorations...

Fuschia?

Well, that wasn't the primary color they had hoped for. Pepper sighed atop the ladder and fastened another corner with the staple gun. She was trying to go as fast as she could, but with how she had to keep moving the ladder every few staples, it was going slower than she'd hoped.

She'd seen what Wensley had prepared, though. It was gorgeous and likely delicious enough for everyone to end up wishing that he'd made another. He'd had to smack her hand away from it to keep her from trying any. Old habits died harder for Them.

She looked down at Wensley, grumbling, "Is this really all we could come up with? Looks like the decorations for that Princess Bash you had to babysit for at the Dawson's a few years back." Okay, it wasn't that bad. They'd managed a little blue and green in certain places. And it was decidedly lacking in screaming ten-year-olds in cheap lipstick and rouge. But, really.

She leaned back on the ladder, glancing out to where John and Azirphale (she was so proud of herself for finally figuring out how to pronounce his name right) stood. "How much time do you think we have out there?" she shout-whispered to them. "Roughly?"

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"Ah." The Metatron hesitated, then, for reasons of expediency, said, "All the best to them, I'm sure." He paused, and added, "So they were... Whose are they? The multi-coloured frogs. I don't think I know many who like those. And, er, there's probably nothing wrong with... those shorts if you like them." He would, of course, have much preferred not to have seen Adam in them, but if that was the fashion these days, it wasn't up to him. "At least it's warm, presently."

He considered the options. "Perhaps gardening? It would be a change from... indoors mostly, I presume. Naturally, I would be happy to help elsewhere if asked. Er. Who might Pep be?"

"Which them?" grinned Adam insouciantly. "The frogs were from Delirium, and, er," he flushed and tugged on the shorts again, "these are only 'cause me and Brian and Shadow were havin' some sport on the lawn. I wasn't expectin' to get pulled into a party. Normally my clothes are a lot more... coverin'."

"Gardenin' would be great. There are a lot of acres to keep up. Pep is actually Pepper. She's one of my best friends. I think you met her once, or saw her anyway, but you were kinda busy at the time, so maybe you didn't notice. Red hair. Human. Was eleven at the time. You and her might make a good team since you got enough patience for both and she knows what she's doin'."

The Metatron stared. Surely Adam hadn't just suggested... "Er, that duo," he said vaguely, and went on. "Delirium? I don't think we've met yet. What should I be looking out for?"

He thought for a moment. "I think I recall a face. Rather vaguely, though. Er..." He turned to look at the door. "Would that have been her earlier, perhaps?"

"There are a coupla angel and demon duos now," Adam laughed. "And you can't really miss Delirium. She's very... colourful. Got eyes dif'rent colours and her hair and clothes tend to change colour a lot, too. She looks young and don't make much sense when she talks."

Then he looked a bit startled. "Er, yes. Of course. That was Pepper. Sorry, I'm gettin' a bit distracted here..."

"I wouldn't blame you," the Metatron said, a slight hint of worry in his voice. "Er..." He reached for something to fiddle with. "Things will work out, I'm sure," he said, more to himself than Adam. "Is Delirium... all right, then?"

"Oh, as much as anyone," Adam said cheerfully. "But I hope you'll excuse me. I think I'd better go wanderin' around so no one feels ignored. It's been nice talkin' to you, though!"