[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Sitting around and twiddling her (nonexistent, but still) thumbs was making her restless. Her mind was easily lead astray, and only work or training of some kind could keep it from floating away. This clan was still a little sleepy, due to its newness, so there wasn't too much to do around here yet. Maybe she should incite an activity for all to participate in.
Which was the train of thought that had brought the Yorkshire Terrier to the main room of the castle, surrounded by wicker baskets, trinkets, and treats. Cakes, chocolates, accessories, blankets, music boxes, weapons and poisons, books, jewelry, etc. etc. "Okay, er. Does anyone want to help make gift baskets? We could bring them to our allies, or new joiners."
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