Tuesday, May 3
Tuesday was turning out to be a mighty busy day at the
Kiss and Tell Booth. It seems a
certain dedicated fan had been helpfully spreading the word and singing the booth's praises everywhere he went, which drew a long and... most unfortunate... line of participants.
A particularly...remarkable individual... asked for Saila by name. Saila, politely, asked what 'Saila' might look like.
"Well," the man said, or rather slobbered, "she's s'posed t'got purple hair...is you her?"
Having prepared in advance for just this particular situation, the towering teen snagged her dear friend
Jackie (sorry Jackie!) by the shoulder and dropped a purple wig on her head.

"Here you go!" Saila exclaimed cheerfully, pushing Jackie towards the most peculiar-looking gentleman. "This must be her."
The muse
tried very hard to convince
Cane to call their enthusiastic fan off, but no dice. The flood of unfortunates continued.
Well, money's money, right?
Thankfully,
Dris came to the ladies' aid,
bearing lovely flower crowns as gifts. "Oh
thank the gods, Dris. No amount of glitter in the
world can fix what
Sal's done to us. We need more Bard kisses, please!"
The Bard, it's said, was all too happy to oblige. Saila was so grateful she even kissed the bird.
Later in the day (but not before Saila had attempted to throw her other friend under the bus, too, trying to convince another ...interesting.. individual that what he
thought he'd heard, 'tall with purple hair' was
actually 'small with pink hair', because pink and purple were so similar so it was an easy mistake to make, y'see?), the girls
were rescued again, this time by a lovely gent Saila and Keirra had met at the Beltane Fire Lighting, where the three of them had answered the challenge to jump over the fire together. She grinned at
Benjamin's charming words, most grateful to kiss somebody who looked they might've actually showered today for the first time in more than an hour.
"My hero," she told him after leaving her lipstick print on his face. She didn't explain why.