By late morning, Red Hope rolls out of bed and remembers the night before. "Wonderful," she mutters. Getting into her Amazon leathers and slipping her boots on, she heads out of her hut. She knows she still faintly in a bad mood after last night's upset so she realizes she needs something to put her in a good mood. Or rather… a person. The bard heads across the quiet village and softly knocks on MomBard's hut.

MomBard opens the door and smiles at her friend. "Morning, babes. Coming in?"

Red Hope sighs, shakes her head, and asks, "Coming to breakfast?"

"Already been," states the older woman.

The bard sighs, nods and starts moving. "Alright, I'll catch you later, mom."

"Wait, Red."

Red Hope stops and turns back. "Yeah?"

MomBard rubs her tummy and says, "I'm feelin' hungry… again." She smiles shyly because she knows her friend knows it's just an excuse.

The list owner chuckles quietly. "Come on." She nods towards the food hut.

MomBard smiles brightly, closes the hut door, and bounces over to her friend's side. She slips her arm through Red Hope's and strolls along side her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Alright," replies the bard. "You?"

"Real good." MomBard bumps her hip against her friend's hip. "How's your mood?" Her voice a bit teasing but a nice tease.

The younger Amazon sighs because MomBard just knows her too well. "S'alright," she mutters.

"You're still upset huh?" translates the smaller woman. "Everything will work out, you'll see, sweetness." She grins at her friend. "You know what though?"

"Hmmm?"

MomBard's grin gets bigger as she teases, "You're still da brat."

The list owner huffs and tries so hard to glare at her friend but it doesn't quite happen.

MomBard just laughs softly at her friend's funny look. "You and glares don't mix, babes."

"Why not?" whines Red Hope.

"Because you're too cute for them. So stop trying."

"I'm not cute," grumbles the bard as she walks into the food hut with MomBard. "They better have cooked up something good for breakfast."

"Sweetness, its gonna be lunch… not breakfast."

Red Hope growls, "It better not be lunch. The cooks know I hate lunch."

MomBard laughs before she releases her friend. "Go get something ta eat. I'm gonna go join da others."

The bard glances over and sees the others that her friend spoke of. "Oh yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

"Toodles." The older Amazon heads over to the table and sits down with the others. "Mornin', ladies."

"Phyl, I think its afternoon," corrects Janelle.

MomBard shakes her head. "Not according ta our schedule after last night," she taunts.

The Queen glares. "Let's not go there," she orders.

Tea puts her Starbucks coffee down on the table and says, "Suck it up and deal, Queen Karena." She smirks. "You and Janelle caused all the trouble last night."

"Yea, dat was ridicules," pipes in Terri. "Like I said, we don't cause dat sort of ruckus in duh South."

"That's because in the south, your next door neighbor lives three cornfields away," informs Empress Cy.

The poet raises an eyebrow at the Empress. "Well at least we have more class dan Texas."

"Tex-ass," corrects Red Hope from behind the group.

"Sit down," orders Empress Cy to the bard.

"Right here." Michelle pats the open spot beside her.

The list owner shuffles over and sits beside the artist. "Thanks." She places her plate of food down.

Michelle flashes a smile. "How was the rest of your night?"

Red Hope groans. "Let's not… discuss that topic." She faintly grins.

"They actually have breakfast huh?" jokes MomBard.

The bard dazzles a grin at her friend. "Ya got that right, mom."

MomBard laughs quietly.

Cindy glimpses across at Tea. "How's that… coffee? If that's what its called."

The Canadian grins and holds up the glass bottle of Starbucks coffee. "Real good. Wanna try some eh?"

The accountant gives a skeptic look. "Doesn't it make people hyper?"

Tea's eyes widen wildly. "Oh yeah, that's the best part." She leans towards the accountant. "Wanna try it?" she says in a voice of some drug dealer. "Come on," she insists.

"Pressure, pressure," teases Janelle. "Come on, Cindy. We all do it… I mean drink it." She laughs.

Cindy shakes her head. "No thanks."

"Come on," urges the Empress. "Try it. Its made from real Amazon Beans."

"My invention, I must remind you all," announces Queen Karena.

"Good invention." Tea salutes the Queen with her coffee before taking a big gulp of the brown substance. She smacks her lips after the big swig and says, "Oh yeah, these beans are the jeans of Amazon gems."

Everybody at the table roars with laughter.

"Okay, okay." Red Hope tries looking mean. "Do I need to rule out Amazon Beans?"

"Not unless you don't want any income funds," informs the accountant.

"Damn, never mind" mutters the bard and just goes back to eating her breakfast.

"Hey Empress, when is the slumber party?" inquires Tea.

"At night," replies Empress Cy in a valley girl sort of tone. "When else do all slumber parties happen?"

The Canadian rolls her eyes and decides to just drink more of her coffee.

"I think Tea meant at what time," says Terri.

"Oh." The Empress chuckles and smiles bashfully. "At sunset."

"Are you ordering the pizza?" asks MomBard, her attention on the Queen.

"Naturally." The Queen grins. "The Empress has a wee problem with getting food together, mate."

MomBard sighs dramatically. "Don't remind some of us." She pauses then asks, "Papa Johns?"

Red Hope stops eating and peers down at the Queen, wondering too.

"Of course," replies the Kiwi Queen. "We do want Red to join us," she jokes.

Everybody laughs quietly and grins at the bard.

The bard grins faintly but keeps eating without a comment.

"Is it being delivered like last time?" asks Michelle.

"Yup," replies the Queen proudly. "I sent out a royal guard today with the orders."

"Woo the Queen is on top of things," taunts the Canadian before she goes back to drinking her coffee.

Queen Karena smiles perfectly. "I am. I may have a messy hut buts that's cuz I am a wee bit busy keeping you mates and your bellies happy."

The group chuckles at the Queen's words.

The list owner finishes with her breakfast and puts her fork down. She glances at the group, except for MomBard. "By the way, word on the street is ya'll have been eatin' mom's carrots." She narrows her eyes.

Terri holds up her hands. "I ain't touch Phyl's carrots."

Cindy shakes her head. "Me neither."

The Aussie artist folds her arms. "Haven't touched the things."

Red Hope nods and pins her eyes on the Queen, Janelle, and the Empress. "Uh huh."

The three guilty women exchange worried looks.

The bard picks up her fork and points it at the three women. "If you three touch mom's carrots again." She pauses while coming up with a threat. "Then I'll be using you three for target practice." She smirks. "And I have bbbbad aim." She snickers lowly before adding, "My arrows always tend to go wild and hit my targets in the boobs or-"

"Alright, alright." The Empress holds her hands up. "I won't touch the sacred carrots."

Red Hope laughs softly and glances over at Janelle and the Queen. "And yawl?"

The Kiwi shakes her head quickly. "Won't touch them, won't look at them, won't smell them, and won't think about them."

The list owner grins then her focus rests on the Aussie bard. "Janelle?" She points the fork at her in a threatening sort of way or as threatening as a person can look with a syrupy fork.

Janelle smiles sweetly and bats her eyes. "I would never infringe myself upon Phyl's carrots again," she promises in an innocent voice.

"Wonderful," replies Red Hope as she smiles profoundly. "Fabulous. Keep yawl's big fat lips off mom's carrots."

"And radishes too," interjects MomBard. "Dose are my favorite."

Karena grins evilly at Janelle and she winks.

Janelle cackles mischiefly.

Red Hope narrows her eyes instantly. "Remember you two, you're still not off the hook after last night." She smirks. "Me and my unsub scroll are rather close these days."

The Queen rolls her eyes and taunts, "You keep forgetting my unsub scroll, Red." She smirks at the list owner. "I am a moderator."

"Yeah," mutters Red Hope, "what was I thinkin'?"

Karena's jaw goes slack and she gives an offended look. "I am the best moderator."

"Not that you do anything," teases the bard.

The Queen gets more offended. "I am crushed, mate. I keep the Place stocked with food." She points at the empty plate in front of the bard. "Right now, that plate could have not contained food." She grins. "Cuz I know the Empress… doesn't have the best skills in food stocking." Her grin gets bigger. "And! you wouldn't have scrolls, quills, or ink if it wasn't for my Amazon Beans," she declares proudly.

Red Hope laughs softly. "Alright, alright… maybe you do uh few things around here."

"Of course I do," states the Queen in a hubris tone. "Thank you very much."

Tea laughs and snaps her fingers while rolling her shoulders. "You go, girl."

The Kiwi laughs and shakes her head.

The list owner glances at the Kiwi and Aussie bard. "I think we need to have our talk," she orders.

"Ooooooh," taunts Tea, "somebody is in trouble."

"Uh oh," teases Michelle.

"Good luck," jokes the Empress to the Queen and Janelle. "Don't get your butts unsubbed."

"This Place would fall apart without me," announces Karena as she stands up. "And there would be nobody to order Red around to finish her stories." She folds her arms. "This Place would go to Tartarus in a reed basket if it weren't for me. I am the Place's savior."

Red Hope stands up and pushes the Queen. "Alright, savior let's go. To my hut."

The Queen pouts. "Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Yes," growls the list owner. "Talk or get yourself unsubbed," she teases. Glancing over at Janelle, she says, "Come on, Janelle. You were her partner in crime."

"Oh wonderful," mutters the Aussie bard before getting up. "Thanks, Queen Karena."

The Queen was strolling over to the door of the hut. "Hey, you were the one that tripped over everything," she states. "You Aussies have Gumby legs."

"Gumby?" roars the Empress. "What's a Gumby?"

"Oh Christ," mutters Red Hope. "Let's get out of here." She pushes the two troublemakers out of the hut.

Cy glances at the others around the table. "Anybody care to inform me what Gumby is?"

All the Amazons exchange funny looks, stand up, and say together, "Nope." And they leave.

"What?!" yells the Empress as everybody leaves the hut. "Sorry if I don't know what Gumby is!" She pouts before whining, "I'm just a blond Empress here sometimes." She sniffs. "No pity." She gets up and leaves the hut too. "Well, at least I ain't in the Queen or Janelle's boots." She snickers evilly and goes to her hut to prepare for the slumber party.