Title: Tea Party Pretty Off

Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe

Rating: G

Author’s note: I was going to draw this as a comic, but I want to see how it looks in writing too I guess. That and I need to post something happy after that last fic.

As always, critique is welcomed and appreciated.

The Spine was walking down one of the halls in the Walter mansion when something in one of the rooms caught his eye as he passed the doorway. He backed up and stared at the sight inside of the room.

Rabbit and the Jon were sitting on the floor next to a small table with a lacy tablecloth laid upon it. There was a teapot and a plate of cookies in the center, with a few teacups placed around the edge of the table. Both Rabbit and The Jon were wearing dresses over their normal outfits as they chatted and drank tea.

“What is going on here?” The Spine asked the two bots.

Rabbit looked at The Spine “We’re having a tea party The Spine.”

The Spine stepped into the room and stared at Rabbit. “I can see that. What I want to know is why I wasn’t invited.”

Rabbit’s head snapped towards The Jon. “The Jon!” He cried. “I thought I told you to send out the invi-vi-vitations!”

The Jon merely shrugged and took another sip of tea.

Rabbit patted the ground next to the table. “Well c-come on and join us then! We’ve got plen-plenty of tea left.”

The Spine strode over to the table and sat down. He reached his arms towards the teapot to pour himself a cup when The Jon suddenly slapped his hands away.

“You can’t have tea dressed like that!” The Jon yelled. “You must wear proper tea party attire!”

“What?” The Spine looked at Rabbit and The Jon, an eyebrow raised.

Rabbit nodded his head. “He’s right The Spine. Tea party rules state you can’t have tea if you aren’t dressed right.”

“But I don’t have any tea party outfits.” The Spine said.

“Don’t worry! I have some you could use!” The Jon stood and ran over to a little chest sitting over in the corner, the ribbon tied around his waist fluttering as he went. He opened the chest and started to rifle through it, occasionally throwing the random shoe, hat, or other odd clothing item behind him. Finally He stood and turned with a silver colored dress with black frilled trim in his hands.

The Spine stared at it for a moment before looking back up at The Jon’s smiling face. “I’m not wearing that.” He said flatly.

The Jon’s face fell and he looked like he might cry. “N-now The Spine.” Rabbit interjected. “If you wanna join this tea party you gotta follow the rules. Rules state you follow the dress code.”

“But do I have to wear that?” He gestured at the dress in The Jon’s arms.

Rabbit stood up and put an arm around The Jon. “He picked this dress special for you. You don’t wanna hurt his feelings by not wearing it? Besides,” he took the dress from The Jon and held it in front of the Spine. “I think it will look pretty on y-y-you.”

The Spine’s mouth tightened into a flat line. After a moment of staring he grabbed the dress from Rabbit’s hands. “Fine.” He said as the other two robots smiled broadly. “I’ll put the dress on.”

Giggling with glee, Rabbit and The Jon quickly sat back in their spots around the table as The Spine pulled the dress down over his head. He tugged gently at the hem to straighten it out over his suit and turned towards the table, his hands on his hips.

“Is this good enough for the tea party?” He asked.

The Jon stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmmm, I don’t know.” He turned to Rabbit. “Do you think he’s pretty enough for this tea party?”

Rabbit nodded. “I’d say he’s pretty enough.”

“Pretty enough?” The Spine looked at the both incredulously. “I think I look darn pretty in this dress. In fact, I’d say I’m the prettiest bot there is.”

It looked as though Rabbit was about to say something when a sudden crashing noise grabbed the three bots’ attention. Just to the side of the doorway, a large hole had been broken through the wall. The bots watched as the dust settled to see the fourth member of their band standing there, a scowl on her face.

“I’m the pretty one!” She growled.