[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

[wetfortono]

Pickles. . . [getting himself a good ol' glass of pre-sunrise OJ]

[cheerleading]

Pickles! They'd just be the perfect compliment, all tangy and... mmm...

[wetfortono]

Well, if you're looking for a contrast... [scratches neck]

[cheerleading]

I think I just really want pickles...

[wetfortono]

With ice cream and maple syrup.

[cheerleading]

Is there something wrong with that?

[wetfortono]

Matters of taste can't be argued. [toasts towards. bless my normal, normal juice]

[cheerleading]

[toasts back, kinda, with the bowl] Good. It's too early for arguing.

[wetfortono]

There's definitely better ways to an energetic start to the day. [picks up an apple]