[Case #54: Video]

[19centconstable]

[George is out of the infirmary, and back in his room, looking like the picture of 19th century health, which was not actually that healthy by today's standards.]

I've never had terribly good luck contacting anybody from home on these days, but I do know that others have. I'm quite happy to speak to anyone, of course. Or anything. It's Constable George Crabtree, by the way. From Toronto, 1898.

And if cousin Penny is watching this: I know what you are up to, young lady. And if you haven't gotten up to it yet: I know what you will be up to shortly.


[Happy 4th Wall Day! 4th wall away!]

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[witchofdesserts]

[There's a long pause. Then...she lifts her other arm and gives another wave. Her ridiculously long, floppy sleeves hide her hands.

A Pyotr, one of her minions, hops onto the table next to her. He's somehow carrying (despite his lack of arms) a very large biscuit and a squeeze tube of pink icing.]

[19centconstable]

What...what do you plan to do with that?

[witchofdesserts]

[She takes up the tube of icing through one floppy sleeve and starts decorating the biscuit. Gobs of hot pink icing form lines, and when she's finished, she holds the biscuit up for George like a sign. There are two things on it: the first is a sketch of a hunk of cheese, the kind with holes in it. The second, following that, is a big gooey question mark.]

[19centconstable]

Is that...cheese?

[Way to detect, Crabtree.]

[witchofdesserts]

[Charlotte points to the image of cheese, and then points to her mouth. She just wants to eat some ;n;]

[19centconstable]

Oh! Well, I would certainly offer you some...miss, but I'm not sure how it might reach you.

[witchofdesserts]

[Her head droops and tears start to form in her eyes.]

[19centconstable]

Oh goodness. Oh. Please don't cry!

[witchofdesserts]

[The only thing in the whole world that she wants is to eat some cheese, but her magic can't make any.]

[19centconstable]

I'm sure it'll all turn out alright.