[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

[ahotpeace]

[kind of. yeah, that's gross. but coming over with his late-night snack anyway.]

So how far along are you?

[cheerleading]

About six months.

[ahotpeace]

...really?

[peering at your belly]

[cheerleading]

[it doesn't look six months pregnant :x]

Yeah... I'm kinda worried, though, there hasn't been a lot of change since I got here.

[thinkfeatherbed]

[oh... oh]

Interesting choice. [passes the maple syrup over]

[cheerleading]

[douses her ice-cream liberally in the stuff] I just really have a craving.

[thinkfeatherbed]

It is understandable, given the stage of your pregnancy.

[cheerleading]

[://///] Right, yeah, that.

[holyfight]

*peeeeering*

Ooh, I'd put tomatoes and butter in there, too!

[cheerleading]

Mmm, tomatoes sound good...

[holyfight]

Uhn! The stewed kind, with a little garlic and horseradish and anchovy sauce!

[cheerleading]

Okay, now tomatoes are making me nauseous!

[howbabbyformed]

[passes the peanut butter]

[boxbythebed]

[BEHIND YOU]

Hi.

[howbabbyformed]

[turns around sharply]

Fuck.

[boxbythebed]

You wanna?