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fandomhighdorms2012-09-05 07:22 pm
Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening
After work, Jessica was still trying to deal with the fact that she tasted like SPAM. It displeased her so much that she felt the strong need to grab some food from the common room that would allow her poor tastebuds to focus on something else.
The fact that there was a cake with seven candles in it for some reason seemed like karma. Or justice. Or dumb luck. Or like an opportunity to make a seven year old cry. But since the odds of that last one being true seemed small, Jessica took a piece of cake. And it tasted pretty great. Like karmic justice. And definitely not SPAM.
[OOC: Common room is open and cake is wonderful!]
The fact that there was a cake with seven candles in it for some reason seemed like karma. Or justice. Or dumb luck. Or like an opportunity to make a seven year old cry. But since the odds of that last one being true seemed small, Jessica took a piece of cake. And it tasted pretty great. Like karmic justice. And definitely not SPAM.
[OOC: Common room is open and cake is wonderful!]

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And then she took another bite of her piece of cake.
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He took a bite of the cake with a pleased hum.
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She still tasted like oranges. At least that tended to go okay with cake?
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Well, okay, fine. "Are we ruining a child's day?" Not a deterrent, for the record.
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As she helped herself to some, yes.
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It wasn't stopping her from eating it.
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And now, hey. Here was Jessica
who I'm going to assume exchanged names with Toby in a handwavy fashion in the Cactibear CR since I don't remember that actually happeningand cake."Oh, sweet," he declared eyeing said cake hopefully. "Literally, I suppose."
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In case Toby had missed it.
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At...noting things in the room, apparently.
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She tasted the way lip gloss smelled. It wasn't too annoying, once she got used to it.
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She licked her fork and smiled. "By the way, I'm Juliet. Hi."
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