Perdita didn't care who she was seeing besides Gobo. Sure, Scrooge was objectively important, but all that mattered to Perdita was that Gobo was okay. Not making a better impression on the most influential person in town.
It was... Almost the truth, honestly. But she did wear one of her own shirts, for once, as opposed to what Gobo was probably used to seeing her in by now - a shit that was lightly stained at best, and a few sizes too big; taken from Amy's closet.
Scrooge was rich, after all, and the community garden could always use better funding for pest control.
She was lead inside by the butler or... Something to that effect. How would she know, really? Trying to figure it out was forgotten the moment a door was opened and she spotted Gobo, anyway. She ran over to him - nearly tripping over an insane amount of hair; what on earth? - and scooped the Fraggle up so he could sit in her hands, cupped together in front of her face. Once she'd glanced over and seen no signs of major injury, she smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.
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It was... Almost the truth, honestly. But she did wear one of her own shirts, for once, as opposed to what Gobo was probably used to seeing her in by now - a shit that was lightly stained at best, and a few sizes too big; taken from Amy's closet.
Scrooge was rich, after all, and the community garden could always use better funding for pest control.
She was lead inside by the butler or... Something to that effect. How would she know, really? Trying to figure it out was forgotten the moment a door was opened and she spotted Gobo, anyway. She ran over to him - nearly tripping over an insane amount of hair; what on earth? - and scooped the Fraggle up so he could sit in her hands, cupped together in front of her face. Once she'd glanced over and seen no signs of major injury, she smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hi."