4th Floor Common Room, Monday afternoon
Sam had handwavily spent all day yesterday video chatting with Carly online, trying to prove that, yes, she was totally actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.
Carly insisted that Freddie's special effects skills must have improved and that Sam was just trying to prank her. Which, to be fair, Sam totally would be, if she weren't actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.
Today, Sam was in the common room, dragging a ham out of the fridge with her teeth and flinging it onto the coffee table where she could munch on it while watching TV. She wasn't about to let a little thing like "ponies are herbivorous" stop her from enjoying her ham, dammit.
[ooc: open common room is open.]
Carly insisted that Freddie's special effects skills must have improved and that Sam was just trying to prank her. Which, to be fair, Sam totally would be, if she weren't actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.
Today, Sam was in the common room, dragging a ham out of the fridge with her teeth and flinging it onto the coffee table where she could munch on it while watching TV. She wasn't about to let a little thing like "ponies are herbivorous" stop her from enjoying her ham, dammit.
[ooc: open common room is open.]