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Originally Posted by
BanaBatGirl 
Fletcher automatically bobbed lower in the rocking chair as the odd woman started.... petting? him?
"Ah... right! Everyday items. Easy inventions." He swallowed and rose from the chair to peruse the table. No pressure?! He accepted the weird little party popper and then picked up a banana.
Mmmm.... bananas..... but how else could a banana be useful?
"Miss Head Girl!" Fletcher looked up with a clearly relieved expression as someone else approached the table. "Hey! Are you an entrepreneur too?"
Please say yes, please say yes.... don't leave me alone with the weird lady....
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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz
GASSSSSP! "Celandine! Hello there, Pretty Girl." Haylan opened her arms for HUUUUUGS, please! "I'm glad you stopped by! My friend, Excelsior, he has potato chips!" He did. And Cela should take some. She was into those oddly flavored things, right? Like sausage icecream? She'd probably be into gummy-worm chips. Probably.
"Of course Cela is. Voted Most Likely To Invent Something by her peers for the Yearbook a few years back." Haylan was one proud momma, too! Sure, she wasn't Cela's real mother, but - Haylan felt she might as well had been.
"Help this handsome young man out, Cela? The goal is to use your creative energy and make an improvement on these every day items. Use what you've learned here at school."
In the meantime, Haylan took another confetti popper, pulled the string, POP and COVERED the children with CONFETTI. Cherry-flavored confetti, as it were.
Hugs of course happened. Cela nuzzled at Haylan, and didn't bother to explain about Copernicus and Plymouth to make it less weird. Nope. She was simply snuggling up to the lady at the Entrepreneur booth.
Though it was obvious they knew one another.
"Hiii." Celandine had to think about the question but that was okay since Haylan answered for her.
"I invent spells." She explained. "Its what I'd like to do if I can have a career one day." She was still doubtful about that part.
"Um. Every day improvements?" She examined the items, picked up a yo-yo and made hmmming sounds.
"Grabby hands yo-yo? Self winding yo-yo? Butterfly yo-yo?" Hum she liked the butterfly idea. Papilio conjured butterflies...
... and she was lost in thinking mode, no help for her until she figured it out.