Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Wasn't it weird how, after you spoke in questions for an hour, you started thinking entirely in questions too? Was it a little like how if you read the same word over and over again, it started to look incredibly strange? Or was it nothing like that at all?

Also, was there Diet Coke, or had it all gotten drunk by miscreants again? Could Quinn just have a cold drink and a decentWendy the Werewolf Stalker rerun, or was that asking too much?

Why was it asking too much? And why was something hard in the couch cushion poking her in the butt? Did life always have to be a constant trial?

[OOC: Open common room. Come play the question game!]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Don't all babies?" Rilla sighed. "Maybe I'll take him to the clinic. Do you think it might be colic?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Quinn said, but had to admit: "I don't really know what colic is, do you?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Mostly a lot of screaming, I think?" Rilla replied after a moment. "Something to do with gas?"

So no idea, really, no.