Re: IC: In the TARDIS
If the team follows, she's in the kitchen. Items are being tossed out of the fridge. "Tuna? No. Peanut Butter? No. Sour Cream? No. Jalapenos? AH. Milk. GLUG GLUG GLUG."
She's been sampling stuff, her face is a mess. She startles a bit. "Snappy Tom Time." In her arms are lunch meats, bread, jam, weird sauces, catsup, and a big jar of pickles. "Pickles. When I was pregnant, I never wanted pickles. I have no idea that I want them now. Oh, one more thing."
She reaches back into the fridge, and grabs both a jug of milk, and an economy size bottle of Fizz-Ade - multi hue flavor.
On the large wooden table that you've shared a bunch meals with the Blonde Traveller, this new one is slapping together this monstrous weird Dagwood sandwich, made with all sorts of meats, mayo, mustard, chili sauce, jelly, fluffer nutter, BBQ sauce, and heavens knows what else.
With a side of sushi.
She finally assembles the monstrosity, and says, "build high for happiness." She chomps into the bread and meat jenga tower, and reaches over, GULP GULP GULPING down some milk. "Hm. No. Needs something." She then proceeds to pour the Fizz-Ade into a large glass, and then milk, making a seething mess. GLUG GLUG GLUG.
She blinks her eyes, as she swallows, grabs a paper towel, wipes off her mouth. "Mrowr. Hello." She then bites into a pickle, and then offers Stan and Smoke some. A pause. "Pickle? It's sweet."
Chomp, chomp, chomp. "Hm, almost. Do you know what would be perfect?"
"A frapple pie. They taste like love."
This message was last edited by the player at 01:20, Wed 12 Apr 2017.