"Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, Valkyrie, this is Clarabelle. Are you tall?"
"I guess I am."
"How tall?"
"Tall-ish?"
"Can you reach the ceiling if you tiptoe?"
"Uh… Hold on." Valkyrie cradles her phone between her shoulder and her ear and stretches up one hand as she stands on tiptoe. Her fingertips brush against the ceiling. "Yeah, I can."
"Excellent. Can you come over to Fletcher's house and help me out? I want to hang up ornaments on his tree, but I'm much too short."
"Why can't Fletcher help you? And why, for that matter, are you at his house?"
"Firstly because he's panicking over his hair, which is still kind of burnt around the edges, and secondly because he has kindly allowed me to move in with him. My landlord got tired of me and kicked me out. Apparently he didn't think cookies were an appropriate form of payment for my rent. Honestly, I think he just didn't like me very much. And he needed the space, I guess."
"Okay. I'll come over and help with the ornaments."
"Yay, thanks!"
Valkyrie is dumbstruck when she arrives at Fletcher's apartment and finds Clarabelle standing in a sea of paper-crane ornaments.
A/N: Happily, after many hours of intensive crane-stringing, my room is once again navigable. Ahem.
~Mademise Morte, December 4