Year 6 Spring has passed on FuturePrfect Farm and Farmer Bobbi had great plans cooked up over Winter. Almost one of them actually happened. Here's how it went:
Spring 13 arrived with it's dual responsibilities: Swap out the aged Starfruit Wine for the baby Wine and ship it all out at once before the market notices it's flooded, depressing prices. Works every year! Later in the day is the Egg Hunt. This year Bobbi came up with another of her stupid ideas which she is completely unable to contain even to her family and thus must share with the town.
An Egg Hunt costume.
Why should dressing up only happen for Spirit's Eve, let's make a new Spring dressup tradition! After finding his door locked, Bobbi visited the Shrine of Illusions in Wizard's basement via the Witch's Hut because she has no respect for boundaries, arrived late to the festival and snuck over to Emily when nobody was paying attention.
"Bobbi! What are you wearing??"
"It's an Egg Hunt costume!" Bobbi said excitedly, bouncing on her heels as she always did when overexcited about a new idea she'd come up with. "Do ya like it?" If Emily could see her face, she'd have seen Bobbi's eyebrows raised so high they were attempting integration into her hairline.
"Are you a chicken? A cold chicken?" Emily was trying not to raise her voice and create a scene. Softer, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"I'm not just a chicken," Bobbi said excitedly, her voice raising in spite of itself, still bouncing off her heels. "I'm the whole nest! See?" She gestured grandly at her grass skirt and top as if revealing the latest expensive watch and tiara collection to society elites.
Emily was nonplussed for a half second before...
"
Bobbi!" Emily hissed in a low voice, glancing down meaningfully. "Are those supposed to be
eggs?"
Bobbi practically jumped for joy. "I'm an exploded view of a hen sitting on her eggs in a nest! Isn't it great?! Like the best costume for the Egg Hunt!"
Emily's mouth was ajar for a few seconds. It wasn't entirely inappropriate. Entirely. It
almost made sense. It made Bobbi sense. Emily's shoulders slumped just a bit. It
totally made Bobbi sense. Not sure what to say, she tried being supportive. "That's very creative, dear, I... wish I could have helped you with it."
"No that would have spoiled the surprise! Hee hee!" Bobbi effused but then calmed down a bit. "Hey it's nothing you don't see at the beach in summer, right?"
"Yeah I guess but sometimes things are context-dependent, dear." Emily sighed. These were just the type of shenanigans she signed up for when marrying this silly farmer, though this one somehow managed to be more unexpected than most. "I wonder what will happen next time," Emily mused aloud before even thinking to keep it inside.
"I have some
great ideas for next year!" Bobbi beamed.
"I can't wait," Emily said with less emphatic encouragement than usual, though with alternate thoughts swirling in her head. Clearing those out she continued, "I assume you'll be doing the Hunt then?"
"Of course!" Bobbi replied with emphasis. "I'm not letting Abby win again!"
Emily leaned in close to Bobbi and whispered, "well just make sure she doesn't find any
extra eggs this year, dear," following with a hip bump and turned around to make sure the kids hadn't eaten too many worms yet.
Bobbi had been worried maybe only a little bit about Emily's reaction so had been a touch overenthusiastic from nervous energy, but that seemed to go well enough and her mood had recovered by the end. At the start of the Hunt everyone got a good look at the silly Farmer as she decided not to say anything other than chicken clucking sounds along with the occasional giggle but as this was her version of performance art, Bobbi found very few eggs.
However she did try to intimidate Abby a bit just for fun as maybe she could stall her enough for Vincent or Jas to win.
"Stoooop coooolectiiiing myyyy egggggssss! Baaawwwwk!" ChickenBobbi called at Abby, getting in her way. "Theeeyyyy'ye all miiine, I laiiid themmm!" A slight pause. "Thief!!"
"Outta my way, you weirdo!" Abby barked. "I have a pattern which never loses, and no copying me! Your feathery butt is right in my way." She pushed Bobbi aside, continuing on her way but not before taunting over her shoulder, "And don't even
think of trying to turn in any extra eggs, you won't win anyway!"
Of course Abby was right, but Bobbi was still convinced she won because she had the most fun.
Emily took no chances with the Flower Dance, letting Bobbi know that she expected a level of decorum above Bobbi's typical silliness. While she mentally acknowledged that still left quite a bit of freedom of Farmer-based expression, Bobbi knew she'd had her fun and now it was Emily's turn.
Ah, now it made sense. Time for a little sisterly rivalry, this should be good. Bobbi went over to Lewis and started a casual conversation about various random things like local businessowners staring at microwaves when they should be tending store. Surely that should be taxed more heavily, amirite? Or about the possible public locations where mythical golden statues might just be found around town. Or about the various uses of Truffle Oils. There was a point. Bobbi thought she got it across.
After spending a bit of time calming her stomach to prevent the loss of it's contents next to nature's refreshing spritz, Bobbi returned to play her part in the Flower Dance.
Hmmm, things were amiss but as Bobbi quickly closed in on Emily in her typical overeager way in the dance, maybe sidling over only just a little bit to her right to swipe that crown right off Haley's head, Emily grabbed her hand in a deft move while gracefully swishing her white gown around. And leaning over in time with the music, whispered:
"Let. the Wookiee. win."
Bobbi burst out laughing just as the dance ended with yet another tradition ruined by her guffaws, but Emily was following suit while the others looked bemused, probably wondering how the event even managed to get this far without incident with
those two a part of it.