Circle of Charades

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Snowy and Bridgett arrived back at the castle just in time for supper. They walked into the golden doors and through the hall. They made a turn and strolled into the dining room.

"Hello, Mother," Snowy greeted. "Hello, Father."

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. W!" Bridgett said.

"Snowy, Bridgett!" Mrs. Weatherberry, or Mrs. W, as she was known to the girls said. "How was your lesson?"

"Incredibly easy," Snowy replied, taking a seat at the large stone dining table.

"All we had to do today was manifest something," Bridgett explained. "Miss Snow Queen made it super cold at the end, too."

"That must have been entertaining to watch," Mr. W. said.

Just then, a bubbly chef emerged from a large door leading to the kitchen. Her hair was as purple as a plum, and she wore a periwinkle dress. She was pushing cart full of food. There was roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and pie. There also was a fruit salad and a pitcher of milk. The aroma the food gave off was heavenly, and the whole family practically drooled.

"I love eating at your house," Bridgett exclaimed.

The cook snapped her finger, and all the food appeared on the table in front of the family. She then sat down at her own spot across from Snowy and Bridgett. "Dig in!" She said.

Bridgett was the first to take a ginormous piece of blueberry pie from the pie plate. She was considered odd to most people, because she preferred to eat her meals backwards. Dessert was always first and healthy foods were always last.

"Bridgett," the purple-haired chef said. "I will never understand the way you eat."

"Mrs. Vee," Bridgett replied. "I eat the dessert first so that I can encourage my stomach for the other stuff."

"Are you saying something about my cooking?"

"Ooh, Bridgett is in trouble," Snowy taunted.

"No, your cooking is the best thing in the world," Bridgett said. "But it's just become a habit. When you eat food that my father makes your whole life you definitely need a lot of encouragement."

Bridgett's father loved to cook, but everyone agreed that it was most definitely not his calling.

"I know," Mrs. Vee said. "I was just pulling your leg."

"In all seriousness," Mrs. W. started. "Let's keep the pulling of legs to a minimum tonight."

"Snowy, your mother and I are going to be heading to Brie's place in a few minutes to discuss your special day," Snowy's father said.

"Alright," Snowy said. "Have fun. Don't make any choices that I won't like," she joked.

"Oh, please do," Bridgett said.

"You realize that any decisions they make will also affect you, right?" Mrs. Vee asked Bridgett. "This is going to be your party too."

"Please do," Snowy smirked.

"Oh, be quiet."

A couple moments later, Snowy's parents excused themselves from the dinner table, getting ready to leave. Snowy's father bid them farewell, and Snowy's mother kissed her on the forehead.

"Bye," Snowy smiled.

"Have fun!" Bridgett said.

"We wish," Snowy's father muttered, but only Mrs. W. heard him.

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