30 locks picked;

[spoken_uniquely]

[Parker's currently sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter, enjoying a bowl of cereal. All is normal, save for maybe the fact that she doesn't look like Parker at the moment.

Dictated between bites.]

At least food tastes the same, even if I do have a craving for something fancy. Like filet mignon.

(ooc: open for all. come be confused!)