the prince of the stars

Skye. 'Citizen' of the Pelago Islands. 5,000G.

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[HGF] the blue feather.

Skye had made it to the top of the mountain. Of course he had made it to the top of the mountain. Skye is ex-navy; what did you think? He is in prime condition. This isn’t the first time he’s climbed a mountain barehanded and it won’t be his last.

The top of the mountain is cold. It’s late summer fading into early autumn on the ground, but up here it feels like a whole season later in the world. Tiny sprinkles of snow litter the ground, dance from the sky. Like the icing on a cake, Skye supposes.

The wind is grey. There is something stirring in the air; a sense of anticipation. Skye doesn’t know what it is or what’s about to happen or why everything is so bloody quiet --

Oh. Oh.

There’s a bird, high above, but Skye can see it clearly. Sky-blue and so, so beautiful. It circles the mountain, circles him and then he feels a pair of arms on his shoulders, a warm smile on the face of the Goddess he cannot see.

A single blue feather drifts down and lands right in Skye’s hands.

Well. ...There’s that.

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[HGF] not that kind of man

Skye isn’t the kind of guy that dances.

Not sincerely, like. He dances with people in order to get something from them. To steal from them. On a take-take basis. He never does anything really, just because he wants to -- except eating curry -- he does it for the thrill. For the objective.

But tonight, he thinks he’d just like to dance with someone.

Which is strange. Perhaps he’s getting soft in his old age. Or maybe this is just the blessing of the Goddess on tonight; Skye does believe, after all. There’s the question of who to dance it, but Skye isn’t worrying. He’ll leave it in the hands of the Goddess.

So Skye leans back against a wall, not stressed. If anyone wants to dance with him, they will come to him.

[no-bettys-here-blog]

[HGF] You All Need the Goddess || Open

The Goddess festival on Arcadia was no less than a highly sacred tradition. That said, there were always visitors who didn’t exactly get the memo on respectful behavior and dance etiquette. This didn’t appear to be a problem this year, but it was hard to forget certain “dance fads” that swept through the islands in past years and made their way into otherwise well-respected events.

To prevent any repeats of these incidents, Veronica took the time to create copies of brochures to educate tourists on Arcadian culture and manners essential for a successful festival. All she needed to do was get them out of her bag.

Out of her bag.

Out of her bag.

It was that moment she realized she had left them on her desk at City Hall. On a non festival day, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but now was the worst time to need to run back. She needed someone she could trust with the keys to the building and her office so they could retrieve her needed materials without her leaving her duty of supervision.

“Excuse me!” She politely called out to the nearest person. “Could you help me with something?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye was never truly awake during the day. He’s a nocturnal creature now. He’s accepted this as a vital part of his identity. However, that means that he totally can rock the unwashed-and-half-asleep look. Why do you think he never opens his eyes? They are always bloodshot.

The Harvest Goddess Festival is pretty cool, but he’s just arrived. He had just arrived when he was called over by an older woman. Skye puts on his most dashing smile. If there’s nothing else he can do, he can scam older women. And if that’s a little bad on the festival of the Goddess, well, she must love him cause he hasn’t failed yet. 100 percent survival rate. Fuck yeah.

“Hehe... so what can I do for you?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[open] coquendam

[runaway-sheep-blog]

“A thief? But you aren’t really stealing from me… You’re only borrowing my kitchen.”

And he was taking some food but Micah wasn’t really minding it. Being the sweet innocent sheep he was, he was more than willing to share with others. It probably was not the best idea to share with strangers but Micah was a kind soul and couldn’t help it. If someone ever needed a hand, Micah was more than willing to help whether he knew them or not.

He couldn’t help but be curious as Skye said Micah would find out what a “Phantom” was when the night ended. It almost made him a little impatient but now was not the time to be a rude host! Oh no! His parents raised him better than that!… Whoever they were. Surely they didn’t raise some barn animal!… Wait he was a Wooly that’s technically a barn animal! Doesn’t that mean they did raise a barn animal?! Well they didn’t raise him to act like one!

Now’s not the time to think about stupid things!

“A-Ah! Thank you!”

Time to try and keep his cool! Wait what does monsieur mean? If he asked that now he’d look pretty dumb… Other than the fact the gentlemanly act left him slightly blushing.

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye turns around and looks at the blond guy. Oh, man. He’s cute. It’s sort of a little endearing. Well, maybe more than a little endearing. There’s a warm feeling in Skye’s chest.

Skye reaches out with his wooden spoon and taps Micah very gently on the nose. “You, sir,” he declares with a smirk, “are very cute indeed.”

While Skye prepares the food, he keeps an eye on the blond stranger who’s apartment he had invaded. He’s getting flustered thinking about something and uncharacteristically Skye wants to ask about what he is thinking. He swallows those words down. Skye isn’t supposed to care! ...but he does.

Soon the curry itself is ready. Skye serves it out on plates and sets it down in front of the blond and his own seat with a flourish. He spreads his hands out and declares, “The food is ready!” quite unnecessarily. After a moment of silence, he opens his mouth to say, “By the way, curry is my favourite food. Honestly, I don’t know why everyone doesn’t like it! You’ll see after you eat it, babe.”

[marlamaid]

A Mermaid’s Kiss |🌟| Open

[marlamaid]

Marla blinked at his thought “No..? We are just mermaids, there’s nothing magical about that, silly!” Humans were the magical ones, like their ability to come up with dancing, a miracle in its self.

The mermaid pasued when he pulled back, this was a strange creature human. “I suppose that’s true…” Marla’s memory might never come back, and if the kiss was magic it should’ve worked the first time. Leaning back on the rock, she sat looking at the human, his lips in-particular. She had never kissed someone on the lips before. Curious about what it felt like, she touched her own with her fingers. After staring at him for a good minute, Marla spoke nervously. “Maybe y-you could give me a kiss as a thank you? I did turn you human after all…” biting down on her bottom lip, Marla tried not to think to hard about what she was suggesting. “And then if you give me something, and I can kiss you in return! It’s like a trade.”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

“Just mermaids?” Skye repeats, tilting his head. Mmmm, when it comes to what Skye thinks, there’s nothing ‘just’ about being able to turn into a fish. Imagine the crimes he could get away with! There’s been loads of things he couldn’t steal because he wasn’t able to swim that strong... lost in thought, Skye chews on his lip. 

Listening to the mermaid... no. Not even Skye is that big a creep. He almost feels morally righteous making that decision. “Nah, cutie pie,” he says, waving his hands. “Look, how about we just sit here and... tell each other about our lives? Um. Or somethin’.”

“Hehe...” Skye leans back on his hands, careful to hook his fingers on rock instead of seaweed. “For example, I come from a place way outta here... a massive Empire. How about you? What sea did you come from?”

[marlamaid]

A Mermaid’s Kiss |🌟| Open

[marlamaid]

Marla’s eyes widened as a man slid down the rocks to speak with her, he quickly agreed that her kiss had turned him from a hopping creature into a man, so her mouth was left a little agape.

“I must be magic!” The mermaid giggled happily, reaching over to touch the man’s cheek to make sure he wasn’t just a figment of her imagination. “If I could turn you human… Does that mean that somehow I might get my memory back…?” Pondering what she had done to turn him human, she leaned forward so her face was inches from his. “Another kiss perhaps?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye jumps slightly when she touches him. Her hand is cold and wet, but not unpleasant. It’s strange to think that a mermaid is touching him. Goddess, it’s strange to think that anyone is touching him at all. “Well, aren’t all mermaids magic?” he wonders aloud, staring into her eyes. 

Skye jerks back. Even he isn’t enough of an asshole to kiss someone who thinks they’re getting something they probably won’t get. “Woah, woah, woah, babe!” he warns. “Are you sure you want to kiss me? You might not get your... memory back or whatever.” Skye does like kissing, but not like this.

[fashionistaextraordinaire]

From Leuda with Love || Evelyn & Skye

[fashionistaextraordinaire]

The second he said ‘darling’, Evelyn had a feeling that this man wanted something from her. She frowned, accepting his help nonetheless and dusting off her dress. After many years of rejecting suitors who wanted to stay only for certain reasons, it became easy for her to tell when somebody wanted something. Over exaggerated compliments that seemed straight out of a romance novel, eerie closeness they always tried to project onto their relationship, and a general aura of creep.

“Oh, you mean it’s fate for me to run into a guy straight out of a cheesy romance novel?” she let out an exasperated sigh, “Maybe I should pray to the Harvest Goddess more for better luck.”

She did pause to look at his outfit. He did…have pretty good taste in clothes. 

“But I do have to admit you also have good taste in clothes. Maybe adding a hat?” Evelyn suggested, never one to turn away someone with similar fashion tastes to her. Even if he was a total creep. Which he totally was.

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Her expression says she’s one of the girls who don’t buy his charm. Which is a shame: for one, she looks rich, for two, she’s pretty and for three, she really does have a brilliant fashion sense. Does anyone know how rare it is to find someone who knows what TRUE fashion is?

“Maybe you did pray, and I’m what she sent.” He offers up with a smile. Skye is a believer of the Goddess; it might be due to her that he’s had such good luck in life. Certainly it’s never held him back. And if she hated him, why would he have been so successful in life?

(And hey, is she checking him out?)

“A hat!” Skye proclaims, crossing his arms. “A hat...what kind would you suggest?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[skye+muffy] post office hell

[valldelalba]

Muffy was an expat.

Born and raised on the island of Leuda she now lived her life in Arcadia, her friends were in Arcadia, and her home was Arcadia.

But she still had ties to Leuda, it was where she came from, it was where her family lived, she had friends over there. Heck, she even worked on the island a few days a week. That was the joy of having the two islands so close by.

Her expat status meant, however, that she would often send letters and little trinkets back to Leuda. A lot of people didn’t get the chance to see the other islands, and the customs and way of life were incredibly different on the two, something Muffy herself hadn’t been expecting when she packed up her life and crossed the ocean. Today was a delivery day. Muffy had a parcel to send, to her parents, she’d found some beautiful antiques in the local market she knew they’d just adore.

What she didn’t expect upon walking into the post office was its only worker to be asleep. Or maybe dead. He did have grey hair; maybe an old man had popped his clogs?

“Um? Hello?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye blinks, head craning up. He’s still half asleep, vision bleary, not fully putting things together. Then he blinks again, and the surprised expression of the woman in front of him is like a bucket of cold water. The best kind of bucket of cold water.

He sits up straight, brain gearing up: work, sleep, customer.

Skye knows, because when it comes to kinks it’s better to be truthful to yourself, that he has a Thing for blondes. But what a blonde... gorgeous is putting her lightly. She might have rolled an even better genetic lottery than he did. Skye doesn’t even have words for this. Or maybe he’s just tired.

“I must still be dreaming,” he croaks out, voice rough from sleep, “because I’m seeing someone so beautiful I could only see them in my wildest dreams.” His brain-to-mouth filter isn’t working right now.

[sakurainthewind-blog]

Free Samples! || Open

[sakurainthewind-blog]

A man!

That was Sonja’s first observation. Someone at last who could try her samples, it felt like she’d been standing outside forever, although it had been more like ten minutes. The day had barely even begun.

Anyway, the man looked tired, and also old. What was an old tired man doing running around? Go back to bed, old man.

He was skeevy.

That was Sonja’s next thought about oldie mcsilverton over here. Was he going to faint? She looked at him, concern laced across her face, his flirting going right over the oblivious girls head.

“Umm…” She looked at the tray of cakes and pastries she was holding, “Well, I don’t know what I taste like, but,” She looks back up at the elderly gentleman, “This cake here is very sweet.”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

She looks at him like he’s an old man in a caring home. Sure, the silver hair is a lil confusing, but why doesn’t the glory of his perfect, amazing skin give the game away? Really. His cheeks feel like soft marble. Skye rolled the genetic lottery when he was born.

“Hehe,” he chuckles. “Aren’t you the sweet one? None of your boyfriends tell you how you taste?” Oh Goddess. He actually does sound like a creepy old man.

“Anyway,” he says hastily, “So all these samples are free, yeah? I’d love to have one or two or three... I’m kind of in the need to have a full meal of sweets, if you get me. I’ll take anything you advise.” At least he’s not on a starvation diet. He’s eating sweets!

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[open] coquendam

[runaway-sheep-blog]

It was almost unfortunate, every word Skye said seemed to go over his head, only catching the part about Skye mentioning he was cooking. Well if that was all the other was here for, then why didn’t he just ask? Even if it was early in the morning, Micah wasn’t one to say no to helping someone out. Even if the request was absolutely silly, he was one to usually say yes. Though, it was even stranger to see the other show off his muscles and belly button, just what was the point of that?

The other was pretty weird, behavior and dress wise. While Micah didn’t think the silver hair was all that weird, that outfit was a whole different story. He hadn’t really ever seen clothes like that before ( even with amnesia he was SURE he hadn’t seen clothes like that ), especially considering the shirt was able to show off his bellybutton. Maybe it was because the closest Micah ever had to clothes that showed off skin that wasn’t his swimsuit was his pajamas, his regular clothes only really showing off his arms.

And once again, Skye’s words flew over Micah’s head, the only part he could catch was the offer to dine with the other. Stomach growled softly as Micah hadn’t eaten since dinner, which had been hours ago. So despite how weird this was, he was going to humor the other and join him for a small little meal.

Though what did Skye mean by phantom?

“I wouldn’t mind eating with you… But what’s a phantom?”

Poor sweet Micah.

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

The cute lil blonde just stared at him throughout all of Skye’s flirtations. His usual tricks aren’t working. Usually this would annoy him, but something about the almost... innocent quality of the look in the man’s blue eyes dampened those dark emotions. He’s really adorable.

(It’s not like Skye gets attached to people, though. He is a sexy lone wolf. Okay?!)

“Okay, babe,” Skye says cheerfully, going with it. “You want a romantic midnight meal with a thief? I’ll give you that. And as for Phantom-” he twirls the wooden spoon as he moves across the kitchen, “you’ll find out at the end of the night.” And he winks at the blondie over his shoulder, because Skye can’t help himself.

Skye fishes two pairs of forks and knives out of the drawer and lays them down with a sweep of his arms onto the table. As melodramtic as ever, he pulls out the chair and gestures to it. “Hehe... your seat, monsieur?” It’s ridiculous, and he’s hoping the police won’t come and he’s strangely enjoying it?

[marlamaid]

A Mermaid’s Kiss |🌟| Open

Marla had sat herself down in a little indent in the rocks by the arcadia dock, her tail draped in the water, and her finger petting a small green creature’s head. She smiled at the croaks it made, and wondered if she hadn’t lost her memory, she would know what the creature was called. “I wonder if i kiss you, my memory would come back?” She giggled at the ridiculousness of her words and wondered how the thought even arrived in her head, but still leaned over and kissed the head of the small creature. She had nothing to lose after all. Watching as she pulled back, almost expecting the creature to say some kind of magic word. there was just the crashing of the waves until the creature just hopped off. “Hey, where are you going?”  It bounded out of sight and the mermaid strained to push herself up higher on her tail so she could see where it when. It bounced off the hisghest rock and then there was a loud noise. Eyes widened in confusion, Marla kept staring at the empty space, a head slowly rose and then a body, until the mermaid was staring eye to eye with a person. “My kiss did that?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye had just been walking on the beach. Well. Clambering over the rocks. Okay, he’d been chasing this Tentacool he had seen and he really wanted it and one thing had led to another and then he had been climbing over the slippery rocks with wild and free abandon. 

Then he had seen a frog jumping for its life over the next crest of rock. Skye stared at it, unconsciously turning off the magical illusion game he had been playing. It’s kind of strange to think he’s in the middle of rocks that would normally be covered by the sea, the ribs of the ocean laid bare for explorers, but hey! Skye’s been in stranger situations and seen stranger things than frogs. 

When he hitches himself over the rocks, he finds a mermaid. Well, okay. You didn’t see one of those everyday, but Skye could deal with it. When she speaks, his eyes widen, but Skye can deal with that too. Yeah. Skye can deal with situations that apparently involved kissing.

He slides over the rock and down next to the mermaid. Act casual, Phantom Skye! Don’t look at her tail! “Yep!” he says cheerfully. “Your kiss did. Exactly that. Exactly. That. Hehe.”

[sakurainthewind-blog]

Free Samples! || Open

Nowhere in Sonja’s job description did it say she had to give out pastry samples to advertise the bakery, but Sonja wasn’t always the kind of person to play the way everyone else did.

She helped make the sweets, and so why shouldn’t she let people ‘try before they buy’? It wasn’t like she was giving them full sized treats… They were fun sized! Fun sized croissants, fun sized cupcakes, fun sized everything!

“Free samples!” She called, standing at the corner of a street not too far from Sweetie Bakery, “Get a taste of heaven, today!~”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye walks in the street under broad daylight, the blue sky a backdrop against the buildings with their nature and beauty. He’s just off to start his shift, tired in the way that people are when they haven’t slept all night. He grins lazily at a gorgeous pink-haired beauty -- there’s a lot of them here but every one is heavenly to see.

“Hehe, morning, sweetheart,” he greets her. “I see an angel has come to grace my presence; what a lucky man I am today.”

He leans forward, scanning the samples -- and blacks out for a second. Blinks. Back again, still on his feet, although swaying a little. Sleep deprivation ain’t good for the soul. “Sorry, sweetheart, looks like I’m in need of divine refreshment,” he places his palms on the table to steady himself. “Got anything to eat that tastes anything as good as you would?”

He should not have said that. Ah, well. You get punched, you get a date, you get ignored. Life comes, life goes, can he walk away with some free samples now please?

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[open] coquendam

[runaway-sheep-blog]

Was that the sound of- Someone cooking?

The blond’s first assumption was that it was Aquaticus, having shared a room with the Dragon for quite a few days by now… But that couldn’t be right! When he had looked to see what the time of day was, it was 3am! There was no way the Dragon would be up this late cooking, wait was the other even home?! He couldn’t be! The other had gone out to Leuda before he went to bed, there was no way he could be back by now!

He immediately slipped out of bed, pausing as he heard… Singing? This was just getting weirder and weirder! He couldn’t wrap his head around this bizarre situation.  Just what in the world was going on?! Despite his confusion on why this was going on, he did notice that the voice that was singing was the voice of a complete stranger. Did someone break into his and Aquaticus’ hotel room just to cook?! Could this get anymore insane?!

It seemed that it could, and it did.

“… What…?”

Did this guy just call him babe? Micah couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion as his mind tried to piece this together. A man had literally broken into his house just to cook… Curry? And now that he was caught, he was posing a victory sign? Micah wasn’t sure if he should be mad, asking this man a million questions, or be calling for the hotel staff. Well, might as well give the other the benefit of the doubt right?

“Um… Who are you and why did you break into my room?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Mhmmmm. Now, all Skye had wanted was some curry; but he has to admit now that stumbling into the owner of the apartment isn’t that bad. For one, he’s adorable. Big blue eyes, flawless skin, really-really fluffy-looking hair. Hair that looks like cotton candy tastes. If he ran his hands through it, would it feel like, Skye doesn’t know, sheep-hair or something?

Skye leans back against the counter and stretches his arms above his head. Just to show off the muscles in his arms and a flash of bellybutton; no harm in trying, isn’t there? Although robbery generally makes people think he’s some kind of antagonist. Really, do people have to be so uptight these days?

“What does it look like, babe,” he says lazily and waves the wooden spoon towards the oven. “I’m cooking curry.”

Then he springs up, jade eyes barely open underneath the swing of silver hair, and says with a grin like an over-sized, weirdly-coloured cat, “Do you want some too? There’s definitely enough for two. It can be a romantic date in the middle of the night; do you have any candles, babe?”

Skye chuckles, the sound not nearly as sexy as he thinks it is “Hehe. Next time Phantom Skye will bring the candles himself.”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[skye+muffy] post office hell

@muffymoondrop

Skye loves the night. At night is where his real work begins, the work he loves, the work he will choose over anything else. No one is going to make a honest man of this thief; his heart belongs to the thrill of a steal, the adrenaline in his blood. You’re a thrill-seeker, his mother once said to him, mouth scornful.

Even thieves need to sleep. Goddess knows he doesn’t do it at night in his inn room bed. So when does Skye get his eight hours of sleep all the glossy magazines tell him he should get? It just so happens that he has eight hours slotted into his day: work time.

The Pelago Express is incredibly lazy. As an institution, as a workplace, as a way of life. Skye knows logically, theoretically, principally, that he has a boss, but he never sees them. They might as well be a ghost. And co-workers? Pah. 

So Skye rests his sweet silver head right down on the counter. Goodnight, world! It’s time for the phantom thief to get his beauty sleep. It’s not like he’s going to care if any customers come in... and he falls into that welcome darkness.

“Blaargh?!” Skye squints, still half-asleep, suddenly waking up. The bell at the door had rung... and there is someone standing there? Skye puts his head back down. Nah. Another day. Time to sleep again.

[fashionistaextraordinaire]

From Leuda with Love || Evelyn & Skye

[ - 1,000G on trip to Arcadia ]

@princeofthestarxs

It was time to do what any good businesswoman should do when she owns two new and upcoming businesses. Now, it was time to make business deals. 

Only…she came a bit too late to Arcadia to do that, yet.

Honestly, why did all these businesses close so early? It was only an hour or so after the sun set, and people were already closing up for the night. Well except the inn, which she was thankful for. It confused her why people had such an early bedtime on Arcadia while Leuda had a thriving nightlife. Maybe it was because of all the farms?

Thus, she was just walking around the island in her custom clothes and a bag containing some ore samples from her new mining company. While Arcadia’s nightlife seemed abysmal, almost on par with her hometown, there were still interesting things to see. Like some cool ruins she could get clothing ideas from. And a big forest that she wouldn’t dare enter without her bow and arrows. And the mountain was pretty cool from a distance, she guessed. But without any people around, Evelyn got a little bored and started to head to the inn.

Evelyn brushed some hair behind her ears, passing by some trees on a road leading away from the mountain’s base. Just as she took a step near a tree, someone appeared in front of her. She immediately collided with the figure and was knocked backwards. After struggling to keep her balance with her heels, she fell flat on her butt.

“Ow…” Evelyn looked up to the person who bumped into her, “Sorry. I didn’t realize that someone else was out. Seems like everyone goes to bed early here.”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Skye is new in town. Or rather, new in Arcadia. There isn’t anything here that would compare with some of the cities he’s seen. Even he can’t scope out where the best places to steal from are just yet. But he can walk around at night and hey, if there’s any unsuspecting beauties to steal from, well, that would just make him right at home.

As luck would have it, here comes one right now. Wearing this sweet dress. That’s a maiden there who knows what real fashion is all about. When she’s about to pass him, he steps out and -- whoops. Ah. Well, having a pretty lady on the -- nah, he shouldn’t finish that thought. 

Skye leans forward, grinning, and holds out a hand to the chick. “Hehe. Hey there, darling.”

As he helps the lovely stranger up, he lets his eyes trail down her body with appreciation. Not that anyone can see his eyes. “Well, aren’t we just exception then? It must have been fate leading us to meet on this lonesome night.”

“Hehe... I have to say, I’ve never seen anyone with such good fashion style. Care to give me some tips, darling?”

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

Activity Check

[-750G] Living in an inn with one roommate. [+2,000G] Main job.

Current money: [6,250G]

[princeofthestarxs-blog]

[open] coquendam

Here’s the thing about curry.

To make Rainbow Curry, you gotta have all the other colours of curry and mix ‘em together. To make the Finest Curry, you gotta first make Rainbow Curry, and Black Curry. Then you gotta add that to as many burnt dishes as utensils allow.

Here’s the thing about Skye. He sure does love his Finest Curry. But being a thief and a transient, he ain’t exactly got a pile of kitchenware on his person at all times. Kitchen sink, sure, but no oven. The inn doesn’t have one either. 

So here he is, third hour of the morning, in someone else’s apartment. Skye doesn’t know who’s. He hasn’t left a note this time; it’s not like he’s going to steal anything. He’s just using something they weren’t going to use at this time anyway. Goddess, he’s practically a saint.

“Today I don’t feel like eating fiiiish and chips oh no no no no,” he sings to himself in the empty kitchen, moonlight shining off his silver hair. “I just want some currrryyyyy instead~”

He dances around the kitchen, singing to himself and waving a stolen wooden spoon in the air as the magical Rainbow Curry cooks. Ah, just one step closer to eating Finest Curry again... Skye swings about -- oh. Oh Goddess, there’s someone standing in the kitchen doorway. Well, not his worst moment, surely.

Skye freezes. Then he strikes a pose, victory sign fingers, closed eyes, smug smirk. “Hehe. Babe, bet you think you caught me red-handed.”