The Monday after Thanksgiving.
Yoko: Where’s Enid?
Wednesday: Ph'nglui c' dorm ya Enid ah'legeth fhtagn.
Yoko: Say whut?
Divina: She said ‘In our dorm my Enid lies dreaming.’
Wednesday: You speak Chtuvian?
Divina: *shrugs* A bit. One of my cousins is a Deep One.
Wednesday: Noted.
Yoko: 🤨
Yoko: Anyways—why didn’t you wake her up? She’s gonna miss class!
Wednesday: I believe you would call her current state a ‘food coma.’
Yoko: Too much turkey? But Thanksgiving was four days ago!
Wednesday: Too much Cthurkey.
Yoko: Girl, that’s what I said.
Divina: No, babe, you said turkey with a ‘T.’ She said Cth—
High above, a certain spiderweb window suddenly shines with an eldritch luminescence as a distorted and sleepy voice tremors forth.
“WHERE IS MY WILLA-PILLA?”
Wednesday/Yoko/Divina: 😒😎🫢
Wednesday: The Sleeper has awoken. I must attend to her needs.
Yoko: *snickers* As her Willa… pilla?
Wednesday: If I must be her pillow, then her pillow I shall be. *storms off*
Yoko:
Yoko: So uh—what the heck is a Cthurkey?
Divina: Okay, so like—legend has it that millions of years ago, a Great Old One met a turkey and fell in love…
