Peeta has a minion!

Minion the Cheery Cherry Pie Minion

Cherche had just finished putting the water on the shove to boil. Sure one could make tea by using the mircowave to heat the water, but one could also use teabags instead of loose leaf tea. Both of which were an inferior way of making tea, to Cherche's mind. She had her favorite robe on and was just getting her favorite cookies out of the cabinet. The ones she hide from Minerva and Clegg when he came visiting, which was rare.

BAM!BAM!BAM!

Cherche sighed, it never failed. Always when the tea was ready, someone decided to show up unannounced. Cherche sighed and walked to door, wondering if it'd do to feed this stranger to Minerva.

"Hmm, probably not," Cherche said aloud with a smile, "Who-ever you are, you don't look like something that would agree with Minerva. She's very sensitive, her stomach."

"Ah well," the Graveyard Montre stammered as she (Cherche wasn't quite sure on correct pronoun, it was so hard to tell with the Undead, even the males kept their hair long). "I'm sorry, but Minerva?"

Minerva took this time to make her grand appearance. It was very grand too, because Cherche had just finished bathing the dear little dragon. Her scales were gleaming the sun and her fangs were a pearly white.

"Ah yes," the Undead Montre said, taking a step back. "Minerva does look like she'd be a picky eater."

"Not so much, and that's the real crux. She has such a delicate," Cherche faultered here for a second, searching for the right words, "disposition."

"Ah yes, I see," the Undead Montre said, in such a way that clearly stated she didn't see. Cherche though it odd, since the conversation really followed such a clear, logical, concise path. Then again, the Undead weren't generally considered the brightest crayons in the pack.

'Of course that's not true of all the Undead, I believe they like to be called now. Cleggie tells me the Z-word is quite out of style ,' Cherche thought to herself. 'There is that Zomb...Undead aurthor one of the girls was telling me about. I believe she enjoyed his business essays on Subetamail. I believe it was called "RE: Your brains". Cindy thought it was brilliant. I should see if the Library Ontra has it in yet."As Cherche's mind was completely focused on her internal Undead tangent, she didn't noticed the Undead Montre stand there nervously and eventually try to pet Minerva when her hostess's eyes glazed over.

Minerva gingerly sniffed the offered Undead's paw and allowed the Undead Montre a happy five strokes. Sadly Minerva had only wanted four and a half precise strokes. Minerva took that opportunity to show how she wasn't a picky eater at all. In a swift, sure motion, her head struck the

Clegg's Mother: * Kind * Loves Tea * A Bit Spacey *

Sophi will come here looking for Clegg

Tattles on Clegg and demands Cherche make Clegg change her back

Cherche has no idea where Clegg is

Cherche brings tea outside and chats

Dotes on Mini

He hasn't stopped by lately, but that's nothing new

Welcome to wait, only don't want zombie bits in house

Reminds Sophi about being careful of what she says

Mentions XYZ is friends with Clegg, might know where he is

Offers to write a note reprimanding Clegg

(Sophi totes takes the offer)

Dotes on Mini some more

Tries to match make Sophi to Clegg

Sophi leaves slightly disappointed and with tea cakes & note