[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

[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]

[halfhard]

That's... something at least. [knifes out a chunk of it and hands the container to you] Apparently vinegar keeps you limber, though.

[cheerleading]

Really? I figure stretching keeps me limber.

[halfhard]

[shrugs, is smiling] I think it would. The vinegar thing was just something I was told.
Did you find those pickles, miss?

[cheerleading]

I don't think vinegar does much except make your mouth go all puckery. And I am tragically still pickle-less.

[halfhard]

Hm, maybe you're better off for that.
[takes the peanut butter back, thank-you]
Your name is...?

[cheerleading]

Quinn, Quinn Fabray. And you?

[halfhard]

Hidari Shoutarou - aa, Hidari being my family name. A pleasure, Quinn-san.

[cheerleading]

Nice to meet you too, Shoutarou. What are you having on your sandwich?

[halfhard]

Just peanut butter. Most other things I found weren't really... ah, didn't look very edible.
Enjoying your icecream?

[cheerleading]

It's good. And now I might be able to get some sleep, the thought of this was seriously keeping me up.

[halfhard]

Odd thing to keep a young lady awake, isn't it?

[cheerleading]

Oh, um, yeah. Probably.