Vivian: (feigning confidence) H-hi everyone, and welcome back to Natural Beauty! Because Ravioli's being a...(catches Ravioli's eye) good...boss...having a, um...well earned break? Yeah, R-Ravioli's having a break, so I'll be your host today, and we'll be talking about, um...

Some tumbleweed rolls past

Vivian: ......sand.

Ravioli: slow claps

Spook: I mean, y'all're trying hard, but its'nt very engaging.

Vivian: Wait, hang on, I had some notes... dashes off to find them

Scallop: What is she going to read off, palm cards?

Margaret: stretches This'll be a nightmare to edit...

Sprinkles: Wait, that's what you do??

Margaret: nods

Sprinkles: :o she does something...

Ravioli: glares Yes, some of us actually have jobs. Which we do. Consistently.

Spoop: glancing back at Vivian, who's approaching them again Yo, guys, check it...

Vivian: approaches with perfectly groomed fur, a bow tie, and a cue box, her stride confident, looking super epic. She sets up the cues, and then stares into the camera, her chin lifted, her voice strong and certain as she reads the cues in front of her

Vivian: The dunes upon which I am sitting contain the key to understanding the history of this desert, yet tomorrow, the landscape will look entirely different. Despite being at the mercy of the relentless wind, the sum of each individual grain effectively documents this desert's past, telling us about everything from ancient rivers, to the very rocks from which this sand was worn away.

The crew exchanges dumbfounded expressions. And then--

Philip: takes the camera in his jaws

Spook: Phillip, no! Bad Philip, put that down right now! Drop it! Drop iiiiiiit...

Sprinkles: Ravioli, is it my go now?

Ravioli: burying head in the sand NEVER

Scallop: passes a chip to Margaret

Margaret: accepts it I'd better be getting paid for this

Chaos unfolds, as per usual

...

Sprinkles: crouches in front of the camera, which Philip had damaged See you all next time- AHHHOHMYGODPHILIPSTOPSTEPPINGONMYTAIL (she cuts the camera off)

Vivian:

Vivian: ......w-was that okay?

Ravioli: (with head still in sand, screaming) ITS AS GOOD AS IT WILL EVER BE

Vivian: ...wait, but what if we-

Ravioli: I HATE MY LIFE

Chapter by Leafyyy 🍂