Living Room

***Hears a shriek of anger and precipitely goes back into the living room, and pictures the scene: the thistle has become huge, all spikes out. the Almighty Kin is sitting on the sofa, protestating against the thistle and trying to pick spikes left over in her hand.***

"Oh dear what happenend? You tried to get rid of this damned Thistle and it didn't agreed? Well let me see your hand, if I can get these spikes out!"

Kindjal stands up and go back to the thistle.

"Now taste my secret weapon you evil flower !"

KINDJAL USES THE GLOVE !!!

She opens the window and throws the thistle out.

"See you in hell !" she screams as she closes the window.

Then she turns to Dave and says :

"I'm fine, thank you !"

"Oh, well, that was expeditive."

*** Peers out of the window, where the crushed pot now stands***

"And I think it pretty much solved the problem"

***Sigh***

I just began to like this little thing. Well I might collect it and put it on my window.

w-what just happened?

W-well I guess we're free of that thistle now huh.

Um, Boeuf Bourguignon sounds lovely. If you need help cooking or want some ingredients please let me know

Broken, panting but still definitely alive, Draenethia was lying on a soft carpet of flowers just outside the window.
He woke to the sound of approaching footstep at around midnight...
Not another stamping...

But no.. in fact, a hand reached out, and Drae recognized Aurora's smell

*Aurora takes the worn-off Thistle, and takes it away. Then he deposes it on his window table and gives it fresh water*

"here, here, thistle. Take some rest".

*camps out in the living room*