[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Morning
Location: Spa to the Guesthouse
Interactions: none
Mentions: Count Hendrix, and summons for Riona [@JJ Doe]
Daily Misfortune: None! Leo’s feeling great! For now...[/color][/center]

[color=lightgray]
A well-rested, and no longer hot pink, Leo awoke in an extravagantly comfortable room at the spa. He bathed and dressed for his return to the guesthouse, checking himself before he left. Nothing strange with his voice, appearance, or anything else he could detect. Today he was problem-free so far, which only added to his suspicion that it was something, or someone, in the guesthouse causing his issues. 

Despite Count Hendrix’s desire to use Leo as a step to fling himself further up the social ladder, Leo did find that the Count was growing on him. Like mold or fungus, growing where it wasn’t exactly wanted, but there nonetheless. At least Hendrix had amusing stories when they weren’t about extra cookies. Still, he avoided the man, if even he still lingered around, as he left the spa. Count Hendrix ranked low on Leo’s list of potential pranksters, but Hendrix wasn’t fully ruled out yet. 

Instead, he returned to the guesthouse, more than willing to bet something strange would occur to try and ruin his good day. He was cautious to touch as little as possible as he made his way to his room. 

Or what he thought was his room, and for a moment he thought he was in the wrong room until he saw his lion slippers. The furniture had not been moved more desirably, no, it was replaced with the most ridiculous collection of items he’d ever seen. A toddler bed shaped like a boat, a terrible ugly and bizarre armchair, tiny end tables with tiny lion-shaped lamps, and…was that a potty training chair in the corner??

It seemed he was plagued by two pranksters, one who acted with stealth and one who intentionally failed at any task assigned to her in the most aggravating ways possible. Riona, of course, was the latter. He picked up a few of the objects and waited for something to happen. When no strange alignment popped up he helped himself to the coffee and croissant that waited for him on a tiny pink table where his desk should be. 

A few bites and sips later and still nothing strange had happened. In fact, he still felt great, almost giddy even! He found himself softly chuckling about the furniture, including a candle that looked exactly like one of the hideous shoes Riona had previously filled his closet with. [color=9AF781][i]At least her intentional incompetence was creative.[/i][/color] Eventually, he poked his head out the door, requesting more breakfast and for Riona to be sent over immediately. 

Leo ended up taking a seat in the only chair that came close to being ‘adult-sized,’ an ugly, cheap-looking, chair that flared out at the top. It was too narrow at the seat, uncomfortable so, but a determined Leo continued to wedge himself in the chair as he drank the rest of the coffee. He only realized he was stuck when he went to go sit the coffee cup down and the chair remained attached to his butt. A roar of almost drunken laughter filled the room. [/color]