sweetcandygirl | Nothing Better than New Years in the Amazon

"I made it with a little help from this old friend...." Pamela pats the trunk of the tree. And a few flowering blossoms appear under her hand, and spread to where the door of the house is, decorating the door in a warm welcome to her guests.

"I have created an extra bedroom here, in case you ever need to stay longer than a day, dear." She tells Amelia.

"Are you inviting me over for the night?" Amelia teases playfully. She throws a wink at Red as the follows the two women inside. "I'd be glad to stay a little longer. Time with friends is better than spending time on my own. Either way, I appreciate the offer. Should I ever need an escape from my daily routine for a few days, I'll let you know."

"You have an open invitation. Any time." Pamela tells Amelia, and links her arm with the other woman as they enter the treehouse.

"This is a good place to just cut off from other stupid shit." Harley tells Amelia with a grin.

In the first level, there is an open area dining room, where there is a few side dishes set out.

"There's been plenty of that recently." Damn Blaze and her secrecy around what was going on with Steve. Amelia exhales a small sigh and pushes the thought from her head as she walks along with Red. Best not to focus on what's bothering her when she's here to have a lovely evening with her friends.

As they enter the dining area, the rogue smiles as she looks over all the dishes set out on the table. "A small feast to start us off?" she asks, curious. "What other plans do you have for us tonight?"

Harley does not know about the confrontation between Blaze and Amelia. If she did, it would be one more reason why she is glad that she had made arrangements for today.

"All fresh fruits and vegetables from my jungle..." Pamela explains.

"She even made a New Year's Eve moss ball, that will drop at midnight." Harley grins, excitedly. And points to the window where the moss ball is visible. It is covered with a glowing moss, that will brighten as the sun goes down.

"There are a few surprises inside that ball, for us." Amelia tells both woman. And sits down at the table.

"I LOVE surprises." Harley grins, leaning way out of the window, trying her best to reach the moss ball -- even though it is far out of her reach.

Amelia's head tilts to one side as she takes a seat at the table. "Is the moss ball significant in some way? A tradition?" She's never spent New Year's Eve in a place that celebrated with a ball drop before, so this is a new concept for her. Strange as the idea of a moss ball being traditional is, she's curious as ever to learn about new culture things from her friends.

She laughs softly as she watches Harley. "I suspect whatever's inside won't last until Midnight if Harley has any say about it. You know you can't tell her there's a surprise waiting and then keep it from her," she chides teasingly.

"On my world... there is a giant New Year's Ball that drops from Times Square in New York." Harley explains. "And all sorts of people gather to watch the ball drop, and signal a new year."

"I only grew it because of you, love," Pamela tells Harley.

And she watches in amusement as Harley continues to try to reach the moss ball. "Oh yes... but half the fun is going to watch her try to find ways to get it in her reach."

"They just... watch it?" What an odd tradition. She wonders what the significance of it could be, but doesn't press. People of Earth do a lot of things she simply doesn't understand.

A bright, silvery laugh falls from lips. "I'm glad I didn't bring any weapons to make it easier, then. We can't let her have it too easily." The rogue grins at Harley for a moment and then turns her attention to the fruits and vegetables in front of her. She moves her fingers through the air above the collection for a moment before carefully reaching in and pulling out a peach for herself.

"There's no rules against making it more difficult for her, is there?" she asks, turning a mischievous grin to Red. "If there is... could we break it?"

"Most of the crowd are drunk at the time. It is just a place to gather, listen to music, and watch a giant sparkly ball drop." Harley reaches out the window with her bat in her hand, still not getting enough reach.

"She obviously brought her own to the party." Red notes with a laugh.

"No rules at all..." Red moves to sit beside Amelia. "And trust me, we are all about breaking rules if there were any to have."

She gestures with her finger, and the vine holding the moss ball drifts further away from the window ever so slightly.

Still an odd tradition, but Amelia won't begrudge them that. If everyone is enjoying themselves while they watch 'a giant sparkly ball' drop, then she has no reason to interject herself into the situation.

She stifles a laugh behind her hand before taking a bite of her peach. With Red on her side, this is going to be a lot of fun. "It looks like it's lowered itself a little since I first saw it," she notes with a feigned seriousness. "Can you raise it a bit back to its correct level?"

Pamela nods and command the vine to raise the moss ball up a little.

Harley pouts for a second. And then clamors outside the window, to try to climb up the tree for a better vantage point.

"She does enjoy a challenge," Pamela notes to Amelia, with amusement.

Amelia continues to laugh as Harley remains undeterred by the moving target. This is the lighthearted fun she's been missing lately.

"What happens if she gets to it before Midnight? Do we let her have what's inside or do we have to find another way to hide it from her?"

Pamela leans forward, and whispers in return. Knowing that it would be harder for Harley to hear her now.

"There are actually Glow Butterflies inside. When the moss ball breaks open, they will all flutter out."

"So it will be difficult to hide them, if she achieves her goal."

Amelia helps herself to another bite of her peach as Red leans in, her eyes widening slightly as the woman reveals what waits inside the ball.

"Should we try to convince her to wait? That would be a lovely thing to see at Midnight when it's properly dark outside." The rogue frowns at the window Harley climbed through. "After you went to the trouble of setting up the surprise, too. I suppose this was always a risk with Harley, but it is a little sad to see it ruined so soon after our arrival."

"No matter what I had offered, Harley would find a way to bring a little chaos to the evening. That is just her nature. And I love her for having such an energy."

Pamela sips at a fruit drink, with a smile. "I am glad she has Loki back in her life now, for he relates better to that side of her, than I can. I still prefer my peace and quiet at times."

"She isn't trying to intentionally ruin the evening. So that is why I will accommodate her for a little bit."

Red's answer is more thoughtful than Amelia imagined it would be, and she nods as she finishes off her peach and sets aside the core.

"It's good to have Loki back," she agrees. For several reasons, but the rogue is especially grateful for his presence on behalf of Harley and Thor. The two of them benefit the most from his return, and she's glad to not see them suffer under the oppressive possibility of Loki never coming back. Losing him without any indication would have been...

Amelia's lips press into a thin line as she catches herself. Her life may be in upheaval right now, but she refuses to bring the evening down with her troubles. She takes a small breath to steady herself and then tilts her head curiously at Red.

"Harley seems to be full of chaos tonight, more than I've seen in a while. Perhaps a result of Loki's return?" There's no upset in her voice and the mischievous edge to her smile says she's more amused than anything. "Chaos often feeds chaos, after all."

Pamela senses the brief moment that Amelia pushed back. And she reaches out to place her hand on the other woman's. Just as a reminder that she is not alone. Pamela will listen to her.

"MMmmmmm there were some changes in her life, and Loki's life. And Harley adapts to change differently than others. Their relationship is still strong... so at least she has that."

"It would have been worse, if she was dealing with killing a man she was so obsessed with, and then lost the new love in her life."

The rogue appreciates the small touch, but she's going to keep her thoughts and feelings about everything other than tonight under lock and key if she can help it. She's not ready to deal with any of it right now.

"I agree. I would have been heartbroken for her, if she'd had to go through that." Her smile turns a touch wry as she adds, "But she wouldn't be who she is without hardship and she's come through a lot while Loki was absent. Things being what they are, I think she's doing wonderfully. I love seeing her so excited and full of life, even if it is on the mischievous side."

"I am just glad you were able to come tonight. So there are two of us... to handle her excitement." Pamela laughs softly.

There are some curse words outside as Harley realizes that she still can't reach the moss ball, even with being stretched out from a branch that she had found.

"I couldn't pass on the opportunity to see you again. It's a rare treat for me." She smiles warmly. "But if you ever need help with Harley, you know you can reach out to me. I will always make time for my closest friends when they tell me they need me."

Amelia looks up at the cursing and shakes her head with a small laugh. "I hope she doesn't injure herself trying reach it. Healing quickly is one thing, but I think our tailor would be upset to hear she'd stained a brand new outfit with blood on its first night out."

"I am surprised your tailor just doesn't consider it part of his job by now... that one or both of you will end up with blood on a new outfit." Pamela teases lightly.

Her outfit, as it is made from plant growth on her body, shifts and changes with a slight smile.

"He's far too attached to his work to let it pass. It doesn't matter how many times it happens or how dangerous our lives are - if we come back to him and tell him we ripped, tore, or otherwise vandalized something he created, he will throw a fit. Luckily, he'll also fix it so it's not all bad."

Alex is far too self-important to let such behavior stand. But for two of his favorite clients, he will make the sacrifice of fixing up pieces of his Art.

"I suppose you have an advantage over everyone else with your clothing. You can make whatever you'd like whenever you feel like it." Amelia's not jealous, exactly, but the convenience of making her own clothing would be nice at times.

Harley slides back into the tree house, with a tree limb in one hand. "Red! It broke off! I didn't mean to!"

Pamela nods, and gestures for Harley to bring the tree limb to her. "It is okay, love. The tree knows you didn't mean to hurt it."

Amelia looks over as Harley climbs back in the window, her smile warm in the face of her friend's slightly panic. "I'm certain you'll be out climbing on it again soon enough. Trees are sturdy and recover well from things like this, and it has the best care possible here with it. It'll be all right."

"I was this close...." Harley puts her fingers about a couple inches apart. But who knows how actually close she had gotten.

Pamela uses her abilities on the fallen branch to command the wood to craft itself into two vambraces, taking the time to ensure that it would correctly hold (and hide) a dagger.

She holds out the created accessory to Amelia. "For you, dear."

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