Sleepover Shenanigans
Ding dong Sir had finally arrived at Seashell's just as Fern was putting the finishing touches on the meal the pair had prepared. Fern had placed a small decorative frozen broccoli floret on each plate, posh meals do that sort of thing, she thought to herself.
Seashell had poured out the Breaky Bottom wine and answered the door to let Sir in. The hypnosis must have been starting to wear off as she was rapidly becoming aware of the cooking calamity that was Fern let loose in her kitchen. Thankfully Sir had come prepared and stood in the doorway holding two bags of Chinese takeaway. "Phew, soup's off the menu!" she thought to herself.
The evening was a great success and the trio had a wonderful meal but now it was getting late, and Sir and Seashell had managed to finish off the wine. "I should call a taxi" said Sir who was a little tipsy and Fern had ate far too many noodles to be in any state to cycle home.
"Why don't you both stay the night" said Seashell. Sir raised an eyebrow slightly. "Not like that, but I have a big bed" replied Seashell blushing slightly. "What do you reckon Fern?" said Sir. Fern was splayed on the sofa in a noodle induced food coma so just groaned in implicit agreement.
Seashell showed Sir and Fern to her bedroom where Petunia chirped to greet them. Seashell's bedroom was cosy and full of bookshelves, her bed was covered in blankets and pillows, and her Djungelskog sat atop the bed with a commanding presence.
"Where will we all sleep?" asked Fern.
"Well one of you can sleep down there" replied Sir, whose eyes had lit up upon noticing the cage built into the bottom of the bed.
"...Could I?" responded a sheepish Seashell.
The trio were now ready for bed. Sir had finished freshening up in the bathroom and Fern had borrowed one of Seashell's nighties. Fern had already claimed Djungelskog and the majority of the pillows for herself and was snuggled into the bed. Sir had decided that Seashell wouldn't get to wear any pyjamas at all but she didn't seem to mind. Sir watched and grinned as a practically naked Seashell crawled into the cage beneath the bed and then he locked it behind her. He put the key into the holder he wore on his wrist and then turned off the light, and then he got under the sliver of duvet that Fern hadn't already monopolised.
A few minutes of silence passed before being broken... "Please can I use my wand? I'm too frustrated to sleep!" whined Seashell from below the bed.
"Not tonight, go to sleep." commanded Sir. The room once again becoming silent.
A few more minutes later a quiet whimpered "Please!" came from under the bed, causing Fern to roll over dragging even more of the duvet with her and away from Sir. There was no response from Sir as he lay there pretending to be asleep but he enjoyed the sound of her begging. It was chilly in the bed without any duvet.
Seashell's frustrated tossing and turning ceased and the room was quite as the trio slept. Sir had just entered a deep sleep when suddenly he was woke by Fern mumbling in her sleep: "Yes Djungelskog, I packed the sandwiches". Sir wondered what she was dreaming about.
