[Spam; open if you can get in.]

[hungryanhorny]

[Faith's locked in her room; pretending to sleep for the benefit of herself, because if she admits she's awake she's going to make herself think. She doesn't particularly want to think about what she did - or more importantly said - under the quirk...]



ooc: (Mostly for Arkady, but anyone's free to bug her. ^^ )

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[hungryanhorny]

...Package? [Does she smell chocolate?]

[can_has_vodka]

[She bounces up in a flurry of skinny limbs.] Brownies! Not the magic kind but they're so rich they're black.

[The rooster wanders up to Faith's bed and peers up at her. Bok.]

[hungryanhorny]

Daaang, Arkady... What's with the egg donor there?

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, Bertie Rooster does that. He likes to check out people before he lets his wife snuggle them.

[hungryanhorny]

[The chick married a rooster?] ....Cool.

[can_has_vodka]

[Actually his wife comes around the bedpost about now and hops up onto the bed--a fat red hen in some sort of diaper contraption. She cackles softly and snuggles in.]

Brownies?

[hungryanhorny]

Sure. [Not special, right? And she'll chomp on one or two...]

[can_has_vodka]

[They are ordinary brownies, but heavily chocolated, not too sweet and very gooshy.]

I sometimes have no idea what to say, but I can always bake brownies.

[hungryanhorny]

She hesitated, then fished out a brownie, biting into it. It tasted... "Good."

[can_has_vodka]

Lovely. Now, does that hit the spot proper or do I need to break out the cordial chocolates?

[hungryanhorny]

Damn you like chocolate... [She smiled. Weakly.]

[can_has_vodka]

It was one of the things we missed the most in Whitechapel. So yes, I have as much as I can without getting a belly ache.

[hungryanhorny]

[She paused, brownie half way to her mouth, suddenly less sure of eating into the girl's stash.]

[can_has_vodka]

Oh, go on then, I can make more! It's all right. Friends share.

[hungryanhorny]

That a fact? [She bites in.]