Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It was kind of surreal, really, thinking about the fact that she was back in her own body but it still felt weird because she had started getting used to Viki's body. Turtle had spent the morning stretching and getting used to her own again, and had kicked almost everything that wasn't moving in the room to revel in the fact that her kick was back, in a way that didn't deeply wound either her boyfriend or his dog.

They did, however, need new desk chairs.

Kicking done, Turtle then went to experience snacking in her own body, grabbing lots of things bad for it so she wouldn't feel guilty for giving someone else bad cholesterol or a toothache, and then plopped on the couch to watch a little TV, still occasionally getting up to stretch and shake out her limbs and, perhaps, a little, lament the fact that she was back to being relatively flat chested, but that was okay, because that was her.

She wondered if there were any stretches someone could do to help with that, since, clearly, puberty hadn't helped her out there.

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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Exactly and it's stayed around for years," he added. "You can't get rid of vanilla no matter how hard you try."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"And why would you want to?" Turtle agreed. "It's got that basic simplicity that the other, more complex flavors just don't have."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"And things can always be added to me for flavor!" Ned said like it was the greatest thing ever. "Wow, do you want ice cream as bad as me now?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Considering that they were relating ice cream directly to Ned?

...Turtle's eyes shift. "Uh, no," she said, with a small shift and hoped this didn't mean that she would from here on in think of eating vanilla ice cream to be like metaphorically eating Ned. "But I'm pretty sure there's some in the freezer if you want; knock yourself out. Of course, it's probably not as good as what you could get at Chilly Boulder, but it saves you the walk."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"That's okay," he said, oblivious to the weirdness as he usually was. "I'll end up giving myself an ice cream headache so severe, I'll have to go to the clinic."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"So then you'd have to make the walk anyway," Turtle thought with a nod, "but this time in pain. Good call."

But now she almost kind of did want ice cream. Weird.

...but just not vanilla. She wanted cookie dough. Definitely cookie dough.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Yeah and telling the whoever's at the clinic that I'm there for an ice cream headache might get me laughed," he said and shrugged.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...Maybe," Turtle said, frowning thoughtfully as she tried to remember who even worked at the clinic tonight, but she had no idea. "If it were me, I might laugh. A little." Or a lot, actually. "But it depends, really, on how much ice cream you ate. If you ate, like, a ton, I might have to just be impressed with your tenacity."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"If I ate a ton of ice cream, I think I'd have bigger problems than an ice cream headache," he said and laughed. "Mainly, insanity and a stomach that hated me."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"So see?" Turtle smirked. "Then I couldn't laugh at you, because you weren't wasting my time with just an ice cream headache."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Well, I know whose room to go to if I ever eat a ton of ice cream," he teased. "No, kidding, I wouldn't do that. No one needs to see me sick."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Is it bad?" Turtle asked, laughing a little through her wrinkled nose. "I know it is when I get sick. I'm a total wuss when it comes to colds. And I have the worst toothaches."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I sometimes whine," he said thoughtfully. "Even if it's just whining to my dog about how sick I am. I think he hates me when I'm sick."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle nodded. "Whining is essential," she said, "to good whining. It not only annoyed my mother, but it convinced my father to get me treats! And here, it makes my boyfriend feel really bad and tell me nice things to make up for it, so it all works out!"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I haven't tried it here," he said, thinking about that. "I should. I wonder if it'd work on my friend."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, who's your friend?" Turtle asked, head tilting as she wondered if it was anyone she knew. And, if it wasn't, then, well, she'd have to know them, because it wouldn't do not knowing people.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Kaylee," he said, "who should be back to herself today. Yesterday, she was someone named Chad who I met at the party on the deck while he was in Kaylee's body. That sounds so weird saying it."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh! That's my little sister!" Turtle said with a bright smile. "And Chad is...ugh, poor Kaylee, that's all I'll say. I'm not really sure how she'd take whining, though. We've both been too busy for me to really be an effective big sister...."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know her!" Ned said brightly. "Yeah, I met her on the first day and I'm sure you're a fine big sister. I mean, you've been talking to me for awhile about ice cream and singing."

[Sleep well!]