Blossom rose from her seated position, a smile on her face from the praise. She had always been good with speeches, it was one of the main reasons she got the Public Relations position. That and, of course, her charm.
Straightening out her dress suit, her heels clacked against the hard floor of the hallway as she retrieved her umbrella. She wouldn't need it anymore, now that she was traveling with Rainmaker, but it was still her favorite umbrella. It simply made no sense to leave it behind, particularly since a replacement from Cornucopia would likely not be to her liking.
Entering the office again, Blossom motioned for Rainmaker to lead the way. "After you, my Queen."
Buttercup stood under the canopy, watching the security personnel work. She had joined them, but was taking a short break, receiving word from GasMask that Bubbles was awake and enjoying a morning sketch. It was rather early for her sister to be up, though. Must be the nightmares. That poor gi-
An odd noise rose above the soft patter of rain. Buttercup scrunched her eyebrows, turning towards the noise. Slowly, but surely, the noise grew in volume, a deep dread rising from the pit of the Queen's stomach as she could start to make out lyrics.
Buttercup moved out from under the canopy as the security personnel began to crowd around. They were all likely excited for a chance to see one of Corvallis's more well known Epics in action. The Queen shoved her way to the front of the group, looking to the side to see a large procession of people, all in song. And at their front, on a pure white steed, sat their leader. Buttercup groaned, and let out a complaint. To her dismay, she didn't speak it, but sang it.
"Oh Calamity knows,
I'm not in the mood.
Please don't tell me
that it's Princess G.O.O.D."
Buttercup turned back towards the group of security officers, ready to spend the next hour supervising from a very long distance, when a guard interrupted her.
"Oh Queen Buttercup,
look at the time!
I'm here to tell you that
good and mood don't rhyme!"
Buttercup glared at the singing officer and punched him right in the nose. He hit the wet pavement with a whimper, clutching at his face as several other officers chuckled.
"When you first started singing,
I considered giving you a pass.
But then I realized
I'd rather kick your-"
Buttercup cut her song off, though, as the Princess got off her horse just a few feet away and started her group on cleaning up. The sweet scent of honey filled the air, and a small amount of bile rose through Buttercup's throat at the sight of the frilly Epic. Swallowing it back down, Buttercup shoved her way through the group of officers, desperately wishing to get away from the singing.