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"One thing I've gotta ask, Kay-Kay, do you think it'd be considered cannibalism to feed a baby dryad carrots?" Parry took a long, heavy hit of his joint, letting the question hang in the air until he exhaled the smoke through his nose, leaning back into the kid's chair in the playroom- though he had the presence of mind to keep the windows open to air out the smell. The Celestial hadn't bothered to change out of his regular clothing from the day job- mom jeans, a garishly boring blouse, and no jewelry or makeup applied. Still, when you watched over countless little terrors, you learned not to wear anything that could be easily grabbed, melted, enchanted, possessed, or otherwise mystically affected. And it was Friday evening, the last of the little angel-devils had left hours ago, and he wanted to take the edge off before hitting the clubs over the weekend.

"I mean, kids need nutrients, right? Vitamin C, Vitamin A, Fiber, all the good stuff. And last I checked, you couldn't [i]just[/i] feed children chicken nuggets and hot dogs. So what else am I supposed to do? Carrots are roots though, not trees. So I think it's ok. Maybe. I dunno."

Parry blinked twice, then shrugged and gestured to the secure case behind the door in his bedroom. "It's all there for de Lacy. But I'm a week ahead of due date, so what would he need it for? Oh- where are my manners, Jay-Jay?" Parry smiled, red rimmed eyes sparkling as he extended the blunt to the boogeyman. "Want a hit? Put up your feet? I invited some of the crew over for a game of poker. Rusty was supposed to come by, but I think he got called away on business with our overlord. I know I invited Violet, Suzanne, Celeste, Victor. The unicorn, Stella, I think. If Victor shows up, Abby won't be far behind either..."
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For funsies until the main plot starts up...