[Arkady dances around her living room with the chickens chasing her.]
We've been hit with a wave of cuteness!
[Okay, calm down Arkady. She pauses to catch her breath.]
Right! Time to be a responsible Warden and such.
[Serious face. Really. All right, so it's on the verge of crumbling, but still.]
Right! I need to know who's left with opposable thumbs, we still need to get everyone fed and watered and--rather urgently--let out of their rooms.
Also I need to know who needs out of their rooms. I'll be by presently!
[private to Scrad and Charlie]
Are you all right, lads?
[private to Admiral]
Right! I'm going to need several extra pounds each of fresh raw meat, veg and fruit, three twenty-pound bales of catnip, three bushels of tennis balls, a very large tub of vitamin powder and a two pound tub of wild mealworms. Also please put two large fishtanks into the pub, one salt, one fresh, and stock each with small bait fish.
Yes, I do know how to party.
[spam for deck--threadjack as wanted]
[Arkady, normally a purveyor of intoxicants, doesn't want anyone to have to go without. So, a bit after four PM every day of the Flood, she calmly lugs out an enormous bale of catnip, breaks it open and spreads a nice layer around on the deck near the pub windows, so she can watch the shenanigans. It takes her a while to finish up, and by the time she does the whole area smells of the fresh herb.]