[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

[inna_tube]

[And in this corner, those with the necessary abilities may notice a small demon making what appears to be a sculpture of a transforming battleship out of butter. Lots of butter.]

[bornsnarky]

[has no abilities of that sort whatsoever, but is searching for butter for his pancakes]

[inna_tube]

[Good luck with that.]

[eatenbyadru]

[from outside the window]

And something hot . . .

[cheerleading]

[startled!] Temperature hot, or spicy?

[eatenbyadru]

Oh, the temperature.

[a face appears!]

Won't you let me in?

[cheerleading]

Uh, is the door locked...?

[boldstarring]

So girls really do get weirdass cravings at that stage.

[cheerleading]

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

[boldstarring]

Like I said, weirdass cravings.

[cheerleading]

Okay, I get it, I'm a cliché.

[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...

[cheerleading]

[it is DELICIOUS, om nom nom]

[swirling a pickle through some of the melted icecream at the bottom of the bowl and crunching it]

[cheerleading]

There is never a wrong time. Besides, it's like, a midnight snack or something!