[The woman sitting outside the shawarma place is wearing a knee-length dress made of pink and white candy-stripe fabric. There is lace trim on the neckline and hem and it's belted with a candy-apple green sequined belt. Her leggings are also candy-apple green and her sneakers are bright pink. She's got a large purse made out of loud pink lame in her lap. Her hat, which must have been truly impressive at the start of the day, is rather battered by now. Feathers are broken or singed, bows are frayed, and the bunch of grapes is fairly squashed. The bottom of her green and pink sequined and feathered cape is ragged.
Her ankle looks a bit swollen, like she twisted it at some point. It's hard to see her face--she's wearing goggles with one pink lens and one green--but by what's visible of it and the white color of her visible hair, it's very easy to tell that this lady is as old as balls.
gosh can i be interviewed? it's not like arthur isn't already blowing HIS cover
Her ankle looks a bit swollen, like she twisted it at some point. It's hard to see her face--she's wearing goggles with one pink lens and one green--but by what's visible of it and the white color of her visible hair, it's very easy to tell that this lady is as old as balls.
Oh, and she has fangs.]