The short-haired blond elf looked up to see another elf walking towards her room, and immediately a grin spread her features, "'Ey, Inky! Walking around in your undergarments… really freeing, yeah?"
Idril laughed and entered the room, flumping down at the pile of pillows near her bed, "Not really, I was running too fast away from Vivienne. She was making me wear a corset and puffy skirts."
Sera laughed and sat down beside her, "Eeewww… puffy skirts. Marshmallow skirts. Who can stand that, right? Metal things going up your arse when you sit down. No wonder Orlesian tits are so annoying. So, what are you really here for?"
Idril grinned and fanned a hand across her face, "Cookies, darling. You must have some cookies." She said, imitating Vivienne's voice perfectly, causing Sera to burst out laughing, rolling in the bed, "I will faint on my arse if you don't give me cookies. I'm so dreadfully hungry."
"Oy, don't do that, yeah? Talking like that witchy pisser makes you sound stupid." Sera said when she finally quieted down from laughing. "I think I have some, right here. Here you go."
Idril took the jar that Sera gave her, and she looked at it with a critical eye, "Is this… from the kitchens?"
"Yeah." Sera said as she lifted a cookie from a jar and started munching on it as she lay down on the bed, "They gave me a new jar, yeah? Filled it with cookies."
Oh right, Idril remembered, they gave her this so that we'd stop making a mess in there. "So, what're you up to recently, Sera?"
The elf let out a maniacal giggle, "Nothing much, really. I was thinking of doing some pranks on that First Enchanter prissy-pants, yeah? Got any ideas?"
Idril laughed, "Oh, I don't know. Vivienne is pretty hard to scare. But she was going to make me wear a pink dress…"
"Ohhhh! That's a good one, yeah? I've got a friend who does the laundry. Maybe we could get her to dye all of her Orlesian shite pink…"
"Oh no no no… not pink. Periwinkle maybe…"