Trappers is we by the works of hands

[What's a nature spirit to do when she's suddenly struck with the urge to bake goodies for all of the wonderful men in her life... and on her street... and in all of Mayfield, for that matter?

Why, make fruitcake of course. Lots and lots of fruitcake. And now she's at your door, offering one and smiling. The smile is a bit strained, as if she knows she should be hating every minute of this and yet she...just...can't. :)

Behind her, on the sidewalk, is her forever faithful, forever ugly treebeast towing yet more undelivered baked goods in a wagon. It's helping! It'll also crush your head between its branches if you try any funny business with its mistress. :)

Oh, and don't think she's forgotten you, Lion. She'll be standing over the bed when you wake up in the morning with a tray full of breakfast and a smile on her face. not creepy at all. :) ]

[Viktoria sounds like she's hovering near the phone, talking to herself.]

I've grown careless. How disappointing.

[There's a pause as she swallows her pride aaaand...]

I require some assistance with the telephone machine.

[Viki needs somebody to show her how to filter phone calls, because she's been here for months and still hasn't figured that out. :D Also, she died rather spectacularly at the Smith party. Feel free to bring it up if your characters happened to see it, but she might not want to talk about it in great detail.]