Amthy knew an apology was in order. That much was perfectly certain! It had been, however, incredibly fun to trick Jewell and Tara, but she was beginning to regret throwing tinsel at them. Even if tinsel was less painful than the balls of ice Jewell had been throwing the night before. With her mind set, she hied herself to town to find just the right gift. And besides, she needed to visit a seamstress post haste to work on her new wardrobe!

By late afternoon, the poor delivery man was trudging his way to the clubhouse. Amthy had been forced to use one of Chris' competitors, considering he was on vacation. It smarted, and she was sure Socks, the adorable pudgy beagle, was going to hold it against her, but what could she do?

Well, the delivery guy was wishing she'd done something else as he hauled the two gift baskets through the woods. Amthy had never been the best at giving directions, and this time was no exception. By the time he saw the outline of the guild headquarters he was very tired and very sweaty. Tripping his way through Amthy's mine field of toys, he thumped the gift baskets down on the porch and thudded a hand at the door. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know the door wasn't functional. He wasted a good ten minutes hitting his hand against the door without an answer.

Muttering under his breath about how he was underpaid, he stepped back to circle to the side, and that's when he noticed the ladder. The poor man wanted to cry, but it was his calling to be a delivery man, and deliver he would.

First, he grabbed the morbidly colored black lacquered basket with the black wrap an red crushed velvet ribbon. The note proclaimed it to be for Tara with apologies from J and M in the sales clerk's hand. Inside boasted the equivilant of a magnum of syntho-blood, a tin of chocolate covered whole grasshoppers, weevil granola, and a small box with a ribbon bearing live tarantula. He dropped it down by the foot of the ladder and went to snag the other, which as fate would have it, was for Jewell. Likewise it bore an apology from J and M, but unlike Tara's basket it was filled with aquatic playthings. Bath fizzes that turned one's bath water a rainbow of colors, special soap crayons to draw on the bathroom walls, and a blue rubber duck with horns were just the starters! Amthy had really gone all out to say a proper "I'm sorry" to the both of them.

Placing the second basket beside the first, the delivery man scratched a finger to his brow and craned back his head to follow the ladder onto the roof. Muttering about how much God appeared to hate him, he fit one foot and then the other onto the rungs of the ladder and headed his way up to the hole in the roof. His poor lil heart nearly burst from fear as the ladder wobbled and quaked beneath his weight. Clinging to the side of the roof, he called toward the hole, "Hello? Anyone home? I have a delivery!"

He nearly died from the shock of seeing Tara pop out from no where. Sputtering, the delivery man cringed away from the fashion challenged leprechaun with a hand clutched over his heart. Aside from imminent heart failute, he obviously had two left feet given the way he was stumbling over them as he tried to distance himself from her.

"G-g-g-ga--," the man just couldn't spit out what he wanted to say. Professional calm was a thing of the past as the delivery man flipped out his clipboard, using it as an impromptu shield. "Sign!" He finally managed to yelp as he slid a tape wrapped pencil from behind his ear, offering it over to the redhead with a shaky hand.

"Hey!" The delivery man blinked a good dozen times as Tara snatched his pencil. "Just sign on the...on the LINE!" He scowled as she scribbled all over the damned place as it suit her. Holding a hand out for the return of his pencil, he wiggled his fingers to try and hurry the redhead up. Imagine his surprise when she actually *ate* it. Scrunching up his nose in obvious distaste as the woman tore into her creepy treats.

"No thanks, had some earlier," He said as he pat his stomach with his face contorted into a caricature of being full. And then his hand was out again, and he was clearing his throat obviously trying to hint that Tara should give him a tip.

"Sweet Jes--argh!!" The delivery man growled as Tara misinterpreted his gesture to indicate that she should, in fact, eat him. "What's the matter with you?!" He screeched, tears in his eyes and pain just radiating all over the place. "Do I look like food?! Do I?!"

He cradled his hand to his chest, watching the bite-happy gnome undulating on the ground in agony. He didn't say it, but he certainly felt like she deserved it. It took control to keep from kicking her when she was down. He didn't even care anymore that his mother said never to hit a woman. That thing certainly wasn't a real one! Unless that was her idea of flirting. Then, well, she was a few feet away from target.

Since it seemed that the creature before him was doomed to die, he started to back away. Nope, didn't need a tip anymore save the one that said he should NEVER EVER come back.

The delivery guy was still backing away nursing his war wounds and wondering if he needed to get checked out for rabies. "I don't know, why don't you look at the card?" He hissed in aggrivation at Jewell. He was just the messenger but some how, people thought he actual knew things, and tried to kill him. Well, at the very least eat him. She'd vomited some of the blood on his leg. Great, now he needed to go to the cleaners. But he'd been dismissed, and he was happy to go! He didn't so much run from the clubhouse as walk veryveryvery fast. He needed immediate medical attention, don't you know.

She listened with amusement to Tara's encounter with the delivery guy, almost pitying him. "No, I don think he'll come back to play with us. But that's okay cause we got secret admirers now, right?" That's what Tara had said, but the card said the presents were from "J and M," which didn't sound like secret admirers to her. She turned it over, looking for where it mentioned kissing them from head to toe. She finally put it down and held up her horned rubber ducky instead, "Isn't he cute?"

"Sure!" She managed to get out through a mouthful of Weevil granola. She handed the ducky over to Tara, going through the rest of her new toys and she munched away. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with the bath crayons! Now she only had to think of a way to get Alex to entertain the kids for an hour so she could take a nice long soak.

"What is this stuff anyways?" She asked, pointing to the granola that she was just swallowing down. "It tastes funny." Then she paled, "It doesn't have meat in it, does it?" The idea made her sick since she had always been a strict vegematarian.

Her eyes widened first. This wasn't wholly unusual as Tara said eye-widening things all the time.

However, she knew anything from a collection of Tara's was worth being alarmed about.

Her mouth stopped its chewing motion next. Oh yeah, the word "scabs" had just been processed in Jewell's brain. Scabs, scabs...what the heck were scabs!? Think, think! Whatever they were, she couldn't think straight all of the sudden, she did not want to be eating them.

She began to spit whatever was still in her mouth out of it. There was no aim taken, everything about her would be sprayed nicely with saliva and no-longer-dried scab bits.

A shudder ran over her entire body, starting at her toes and ending at the point of her ears. She moaned pityfully and fell onto her back, hands about her own neck, "Stick your finger down my throat so I can vomit!"

Jewell would have liked to reply to several things Tara said.

One, the fact that the scabs were just mortal flesh covering made it almost worse then eating meat. That was just plain gross.

Two, it was not a worm in her throat but that dangle-thingamajig in the back that most people had. It was there for decoration or something.

Three, boys liked to kiss her very much thank you!

Unfortunately, like most people Jewell could only have someone stick their finger down her throat for so long before there was some type of bodily function reaction. She gagged first, a warning sign of things to come. She then quickly pulled away from Tara, doing her best not to bite down on the girl's finger as she clamped her mouth shut.

Rolling over on the ground and getting up to her knees, she proceeded to vomit up the scabs and her previous meal.