Deesey was wearing her bestest dress today. Her dress, a torn bit of a turquoise petal tablecloth, swayed as she bustled about. Rather than manning the reception desk, Deesey decided to wander about the work area. But Deesey wasn't walking around empty-handed. No, Deesey was carrying in her tiny elf hands a large box of doughnuts.
"Hello, Missus," Deesey squeaked when she arrived beside Ellura's desk. The old elf then pried the box open, revealing all the colourful options. "Would Missus care for one of Deesey's doughnuts? Dessey made sure there is a lot of different ones to choose from." |