Whoa. That’s right, Eleanor did apologize here.
Maybe she really does have a brain tumor.
So, today’s strip is an example of the trope known as “Chekhov’s Gun.” As Anton Chekhov once said: “If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there.”
If you put Robespierre in a panel with a plate of cookies, well, by the end of the strip he’s going to end up on that plate eating those cookies. At least some things are predictable.
But what of poor Stephanie? Last we saw, her hair was hanging dejectedly down. Poor thing. We’ll see what’s going on next time. Stay tuned!
It’s the look of pure contentment on the little stinker’s face.
Robespierre is only having a natural reaction to cookies.
Is he charming her with the flower, then stealing cookies? I love the little guy. He risks stealing every scene he’s in.
More arms, more cookies! 🙂
Either way, I still think her emotional vulnerability is playing a large part in her…ahem…unusual behavior.
Oh Robie. Never change.
The little background (in this case, foreground) actions that you have going on in your comics are amazing, Charlie. I always appreciate them. It’s difficult to plot out the main action of a scene, let alone a whole other scenario playing out at the same time! Aww Robie, that little stinker.
Hi, one little nit to pick. In panel one, Amy is holding a coffee cup in her right hand, in the next panel: no cup just the flower Robie threw at her.
There is no cup on the table and she has not turned. Where is cup?
Both Amy and Robie like cookies.
Oooh, good eye. I had originally pencilled the cup to be in the lower right of panel two (and all subsequent panels), but when I went to ink, I accidentally drew over it. So, rather than go back and spend time fixing it, I left it out.
So, um, the coffee cup is over on the other side of the cookies. Yeah, that’s it.
Good catch and return.
Don’t you hate it when the cup just disappears like that.
Or it could be on the floor. That’s a pretty durable looking cup, so it might not have broken.
I didn’t spot the cup that wasn’t there but I was trying to figure out if Amy had a napkin in her hand it accept the proffered flower…
Yes. I was going to have her take it barehanded, but I realized that Robespierre creeps her out too much.
Her coffee cup is further down the table, by the napkins.