Acrathia: You are bringing back fond memories for me dearest.

Moth: Oh? Did you have a stag of your own, darling?

Acrathia: As a matter of fact I did, but that is not what I was referring to. I was speaking of hosting people in your home and turning them to animals. I did that on an occasion or two.

Moth: Do tell, darling! Punishment or pleasure?

Acrathia: A little of both love. It was a different time, and soldiers would often come into peoples unbidden and expected to be served by whoever was at home. Such occurrences were rare for me due to living in a remote location, but some found their way to my home; demanding food, lodging and...other things. Being the...willful woman that I am, I would refuse them and kill or curse those that became hostile on my refusal. It was often an irritating process, until I decided to make a game of it. Invite them in, get them fat and drunk, lull them into a false sense of security and then curse them.

Moth: Now that does sound fun! Perhaps you and I should host a dinner party.

Acrathia: Indeed love, a grand feast for all to enjoy! *gives a knowing smile to moth and says in a low voice* and perhaps to celebrate the end of a great project.

Moth: Quite so! Perhaps some more than others. *gives a conspiratorial smile and returns in an equally quiet tone* I can think of no better celebration

Certainly! And yes. Moth has made sure that you won't quite know what you're in for. What would you like from her table?

Moth: *wickedly* Certainly, darling

Be a deer and remember to take your plate to the sink after you're done eating.

>w< Delightful pun, as always

I always try my best.

Dang it, Moth! When I said the Christmas season reaching past Thanksgiving couldn't get any more obvious, that was not a challenge! XD I'm no fawn of this at all!

Gotta say, this was a fun surprise. Well, I guess the cloven hooves weren't. With piling my plate high,* I figured I'd be making a pig of myself. Part of me's disappointed to miss the excuse to gorge myself and laze around on National Gluttony Day, but this is definitely a much cooler shape. ^_^ Wobbly just now, yeah, but I'm feeling so much stronger and swifter! And there's a certain poise flowing through me. A majestic grace and tranquil dignity.

...

Oh, someone's at the door. Off to figure out how to work a knob with my mouth and get mistaken for a hat rack. ^__^

* Thanks for saving my plate during my Bambi impression, Moth. The potatoes are great, and the greens and cranberries are looking better by the minute.

Oh, also, random gags:
- Let's see, a 60's rock band no one's guessed yet... Oh, Velvet Underground! ... What's with the snickers?
- Some off-color guy just told a joke about a stag party and a huge rack, but I think it went over my head.
- Diverse guests, Moth, but no hooves? ... Oh. Well, glad I can buck the trend. Ha! Oh deer, I sleigh me, doe.

Moth: You should know, darling, I take everything as a challenge. It makes life more exciting. Have fun with your own little stag party.

I can't get over your puns. They make me so happy >w<

Yeah, Moth, you really do. ^_^o No denying you've got a point there. Luckily, I have at least a dozen up here!

... I think; can't exactly see my head. But whatever. I'm sure something vaguely majestic is crowning my skull, so long may I rein! ^_^

Well, maybe not too long. >.> I'd rather not get drafted into the toy delivery trade.

Now then, the tricky business: how does one stag party? Does one just blitz in? Come at a dash or prance or... Could do a four-foot dance, er, if there's a vixen when cupid... yeah. No regrets falling for a fox, though I might rue dolphin.

Now, I think all my material's been cervid. I hope I didn't bore y'all. If I did... well, I can't say I don't caribout that, but you're not breaking my hart.

(Glad to hear the punnery's appreciated! ^__^ Thanks again for the pic.)

(Priceless! >w<)

(Many thanks! ^__^)