TFC sleepover

Harlequin catches his dagger one last time, rolls over onto his stomach, and points the blade directly at your plate."Hey, silent guy," Harlequin draws out his words mockingly, his voice dripping with malice. "Are you just going to stare at those sweets all night behind that blank face of yours? Pass them over. Or do I have to take one myself?"Jester slams a game piece onto the board. "Harlequin! Be nice to Pierrot, he went to all that trouble in the kitchen! Doctor, it's your turn. Don't look at me like that, the rules clearly state my piece can jump over your entire row.""That is mathematically and logically impossible, Jester," The Doctor murmurs flatly.Harlequin ignores them, creeping a fraction closer to you, his eyes locked on your brigadeiro. He's deliberately pushing his luck to see when you'll snap.