It was time for FOWWLIYH (you say it like fowleeygh) (my nickname for the Faceless Old Woman), Huntokar and You to attend my tea party. I was, of course, serving tfycjzmkvo berries with mtpwhvxrsn fruit, covered with trlzdbewg sauce. So, quite formal. FOWWLIYH appeared in an absolutely lovely red dress that really highlighted her tanned skin.
"FOWW, have you been to Italy with Wuffi?(the Woman From Italy; WFI) You look golden." She blushed.
"No, I think it's just the desert sun."
"Well, either way, you look lovely," I said firmly, handing her a cup of chamomile and zihrkqeod tea, ", have you heard from Wuffi lately?"
"Oh yes, she's planning on destroying reality with the Distant Prince."
"Oh, those two troublemakers. So alike."
"Oh, hello, Kar!" Huntokar had arrived, dressed in a beautiful checked blue dress.
"Hi! Is that zihrkqeod tea? I would adore some of that. You would not believe the day I've had. Oh, and You sends their regards, but they can't come."
"Oh, how unfortunate. More mtpwhvxrsn fruit for us, I suppose!" I laughed.
"So, Kar, tell us about this awful day."
"Well, first, Steve didn't look up the ENTIRE day, so he didn't see my message, and then a hole started ripping in reality, and to top that, my niece- you know, the Glow Cloud's kid- spilled corri sauce on my dress."
She showed us the luminous and faintly pulsing stain.
"That's dreadful. You know what they say about corri sauce?"
"What?"
"After a while the pulsing dissipates but it's always luminous."
And we chatted and talked about our eldritch pals for the rest of the 10 days.