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Pen' was just going to go practice singing. (She likes singing. The words are all lined up for her already and she doesn't get them wrong.) But this doesn't look like the practice room. So it's probably the magic restaurant.
Pen knows about the magic restaurant! You can go in it, and get food or things to drink (she has bracelets!) and then you just go back out the door and it's been no time at all and you're right where you went in.
She goes in. She is going to have cake.
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campanas
manofmyword
The top of the garage is covered with a more or less even layer of small rocks, and probably isn't meant for people to walk on. The Joker leads Pen to the nearest corner of the attached apartment building, where he opens a window as tall and broad as a door and hops down a few feet into someone's living room. Probably his.
manofmyword
He closes the window and draws the curtains, then proceeds into the kitchen, which is separated from the living room only by a long counter island.
"I'm thinking waffles," he says. "How d'you feel about waffles?"
"I'm thinking waffles," he says. "How d'you feel about waffles?"
manofmyword
He hums to himself as he works, and offers her the first waffle when it's ready, along with an assortment of things (maple syrup, chocolate sauce, applesauce, bananas, blueberries, and strawberries) to put on top if she's feeling adventurous.
campanas
Pen has to taste the maple syrup and the chocolate sauce first to see if she likes them, then adds generous amounts of both and all the fruit except the applesauce. Om nom nom.
manofmyword
The apartment is... not remotely childproof. He closes the door to one small room next to the kitchen before she can enter it, then steers her away from the front door to show her the master bathroom (which is perfectly clean and pretty and ordinary) and the big room down the hall, which might once have been a bedroom but is now full of tables, clothes, and sewing machines.
There is a distinct lack of beds, although the living room is well supplied with couches.
There is a distinct lack of beds, although the living room is well supplied with couches.
campanas
Pen notes the lack of beds, and frowns and tries flopping on her front on a couch, but it doesn't have enough lateral space; one wing winds up sort of draped over the back of the couch and the other spills onto the floor. It's not terribly uncomfy, but she doesn't think she can sleep like that. "Hmm," she says, popping up again.
manofmyword
"Need a bigger bed, huh? That's fine," he says serenely. "I've got one, it's just hiding."