Wednesday messed up big time. She could admit it.
But it wasn't all her fault! I mean, really, how could she be expected to know that the area she let Pugsley blow to smithereens was also the location of Enid’s prized rose bushes??
Though she couldn't salvage the plants, Wednesday thought of one more thing that might make it up to her beloved.
Wednesday: Are you in here, mi amor?
Enid, crossing her arms and turning away: I'm not talking to you. Hmph.
Wednesday: I... I made an error of judgment, and for that, I apologize...
Enid, ears perking up: Go on...
Wednesday: In an effort to make peace, I am willing to sacrifice my dignity and allow you to choose the sweater I wear on Christmas Day...
Enid, unable to believe her luck: Wait, seriously?!
Wednesday, sighing deeply: ...yes.
Enid: OMG! I have the perfect one in mind!
Enid scurries off to get her laptop. In 3-5 business days, this little number arrives in the mail:
The furious scowl on Wednesday’s face really completes the look.
AO3: SorcererOfSolitude
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Charles Addams Christmas illustration.
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