[ITP: Cravings]

[cheerleading]

[It's very late at night, or very early in the morning, and there's a blonde girl sitting on a bench in the mess hall in pyjamas and a dressing gown, spooning icecream into a bowl.]

You know what this needs? Pickles. And peanut butter.

[She licks the spoon thoughtfully.]

And maple syrup.

((mingle! eta: sleeping! will pick up old & new tomorrow.

Comments

[necessaryevil]

*glances at her bowl, then passes her the syrup*

[cheerleading]

Oh, thanks! [drowning the icecream]

[necessaryevil]

You're welcome.

[cheerleading]

Do you want some? I have another bowl.

[o_sarchasm]

[definitely not making a late night beef jerky run--]

... Pickles? Really?

[cheerleading]

Definitely. Those really big ones you can buy individually.

[o_sarchasm]

Huh! I thought they were all tiny.

[cheerleading]

I would also accept tiny pickles. I don't even know where to start looking for them, though.

[therictorscale]

This is familiar.

[cheerleading]

My choice of ice-cream toppings are familiar?

[therictorscale]

I've seen this particular pregnancy craving before.

[cheerleading]

Did you then procure delicious pickles for the lady in question?

[hadaringonit]

Peanut Butter? What might that be?

[cheerleading]

God, you're so tiny. Um! It's just mushed peanuts really.

[hadaringonit]

Peanuts mashed in butter? It does not sound very tantalizing.

[cheerleading]

Oh, there's no butter, just mashed peanuts. With salt and... a bit of sugar.

[halfhard]

Pickles and ice cream?
Well, at least it's not straight vinegar.

[cheerleading]

Ew, no way.

[halfhard]

Were you planning on having all of those together? [fixing himself a sammich. with the peanut butter.]

[cheerleading]

Not with vinegar! [has added syrup to her icecream and is now attempting to steal the peanut butter]