If you were wondering what happened to the strawberry trifle, two plates of jammy-devils, a napoleon cake and a large bowl of cocktail sausages, wonder no longer. There’s no supervision under the table, not least because Roddy’s more likely to aid and abet than actually lecture the kids for petty theft and eating too much cake.
(when did this turn into 24-7 adorable, my goodness, it’s ridiculous, i have an IMAGE to maintain. Excuse me while I scuttle off to draw something covered in biceps and casual obscenity)
Tam is more nervous around kids their own age, and especially so if those kids are younger. They’re not here to join the party–just wanted to let these littleladies know that their dresses are prime beauties, as are their long and fluffy ears. (And of course, if they’d like, Tam would be more than happy to snatch some more goodies for them to munch on in secret. Brilliant idea!)
Now get out, Tam, get out, before you blow their cover!
I accidentally tripped and fell onto my sketchpad and drew some cute party girls, because Miss Kilo drew them so beautifully and I couldn’t NOT, after that.
I apologise for any impending cases of diabetes.
These two are just too much to handle. By the time the rest of the grown-ups have gotten sufficiently schnockered, Wyse and Aysh will have smuggled a whole trifle under one of the buffet tables to eat with their fingers where nobody can tell them off for it.