Alice only needed to knock a single time on the wooden door of the large house. In an almost instant, the door - quite litteraly - flew open, and standing in the now gaping, looming, dark and somehow foreboding doorway, was none other than the [s]wicked witch of the east[/s] old lady Elmwood, giving the pair a glare. A glare of the kind that made the camera shrink back and make the old woman look much bigger than she actually was, along with a dark shadow being cast over the top part of her head, and a disapproving scowl on her face that would make a baby soil itself by being in her mere presence.

Even Brandy, who was oblivious and unconcerned with most things, had her ears twitch and eyes blink a few times - looking rather perplexed by the arms-crossed, glaring-daggers old Elmwood-woman. Either she hadn't expected to see her in such a menacing state, or she wasn't quite sure [i]why[/i] she was in such a state... Let it be known that Brandy certainly wasn't going to win any awards for coherent thought.

[color=f26522][i][b]"... You..."[/b][/i][/color] Was the first thing to come out of the old crone's mouth. At this point, one could amost envison the elderly woman being accompanied by black, swirling clouds that unleashed ominous thunderbolts and a harsh, biting wind causing her clothes to billow dramatically. None of that was [i]actually[/i] happening, mind you, but it certainly [i]felt[/i] like it! [color=f26522][i][b]"... What did you two do...?"[/b][/i][/color] Shge more demanded than asked, to be fair.

Francoise, who had resumed his rather snooty and arisocratic [sub][i](aristodoggy?)[/i][/sub] behavior, suddenly seemed perturbed by his master's behavior, and began to shrink back... Now hiding behind Alice and beginning to whimper somewhat pathetically.... For an Aulderian Royal poodle, he sure didn't seem all that brave when faced with the angry presence of his mistress.

"Uh... Hi, Mrs... Elkword!" Brandy said, shrugging off the imminent aura of doom and greeting the woman - with the wrong name - as if nothing was amiss in the world. "We brought ya yer pooch back! Safe and sound too!" She boasted, puffing out her (rather ginormous) chest with pride and giving it a soft bop with her closed fist, causing said chest to somewhat wobble and jiggle. "He got a little crazy at first, but we managed to-"

[color=f26522][b][i]"IMBECILE GIRL, SHUT YOUR TRAP! I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR PRATTLING!"[/i][/b][/color] Not surprisingly, it seemed Mrs. Elmwood was not in the mood to deal with the nonchalant satyress and her obliviousness. [color=f26522]"Now. Tell me. What. Did. You. Two. Do?"[/color] She seemed to be seething with rage ad she was speaking through her teeth... Which were probably fake anyway, but still. [color=f26522]"While you two were away, walking my Francoise, I was visited by a fair number of townspeople. And do you know what they said? They claimed that you two had chased my precious Francoise through the town, tearing down laundry and assaulting the local huntsman. Not onlt that, but you also stole his wares and fed it to Francoise."[/color] ... Either Mrs. Elmwood had been wrongfully informed, or she had somehow managed to either misunderstand, or misinterpret, the story and series of events... Regardless, it was clear that currently she was under the impression that Alice and Brandy were the root cause - and the main perpetrators - of today's eventful events...