[ITP: Cravings]

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[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

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So girls really do get weirdass cravings at that stage.

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I don't even know why. I just really wanted icecream.

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Like I said, weirdass cravings.

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Okay, I get it, I'm a cliché.

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Did you get your pickles?

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...Yes.

[in fact has a icecream-pickle-maple syrup-peanut butter concoction in her bowl now, which she takes a spoonful of]

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... you're seriously going to eat that.

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[swallows a mouthful] It's seriously good. Want some?

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[n-not laughing.]

Nah. I wouldn't want to take your pickles from you.

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[taps the tub] How about some plain old vanilla, then?

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... Yeah, sure. Why not.

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[scoops you a bowl of ice-cream and hands it to you] I never could have done this when I was in the Cheerios. I totally don't miss eating like a rabbit. A really hungry rabbit.

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[takes it!]

What, were you living on two pieces of lettuce a day or something? I've seen crazier.

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Two pieces of lettuce and Sue Sylvester's Master Cleanse.

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Common sense is telling me I shouldn't ask, but I'll bite. Ms. Sylvester's "Master Cleanse"?

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Water, maple syrup, lemon, cayenne pepper aaaand ipecac!