The Kitchen

*walks in* O.o
Apparently no one liked her. Monica, I mean.
*shrugs, then rummages through cupboards*
Now where are those marshmallows..?

Arianna I will tell you what I know later.
For now just know she was a murderer and a fool.
*hops off counter*

*huffily*

Yeah, I got that.

*twitches again*

Bo-lo-gna. La-sag-na. THEY SHOULD RHYME, DAMN IT! They end the same way.... WHY ISNT THIS WORKING?!

*scowls*
*opens yogurt and eats it*
*heads for the stairs*

*rolls eyes*
It's a long story.
I'll tell you, if you want to know that badly.
*raises an eyebrow*
*goes to conference room*

*warms up bottle*
*leans against counter and feeds Dante*

*walks in, puts chips back*

*rummages through cabinets*

*glances at Arianna*
*continues feeding Dante silently*

*grabs some peanut butter*

*hops up on counter*

*eats peanut butter*

Hi Angelo.

*nods towards baby*

Dante. ^-^

Hello.
*raises an eyebrow*
Weren't you angry several minutes ago?

*smacks lips, trying to get peanut butter off roof of mouth*

Yup. But now I'm not.

*left side of face sags a bit as she swallows peanut butter*

Gugh!

*looks down*

*eats more peanut butter*

*clears throat*
I, uh--are you alright?
You seem a bit..off.
*scratches head*

*holds up finger*

*swallows peanut butter*

Yeah, I'm fine.

Crap, that was crunchy peanut butter. Owwww. T-T

Is my PMSing really that noticeable? Oh, crap. O.O

Are you sure--
*sniffs*
*thinks*
Nevermind.
*shifts uncomfortably*
So, how are you liking the house?
*finishes feeding Dante*

*coughs up a little chunk of peanut*

Good. Just fine. I mean, it's very comfortable, and I get all the food I want to experiment with. Plus I don't ever have to worry about security, seeing as I pretty much have a horde of undead people protecting me.

(Note: She's not ON her period yet, but she's ovulating. Which means she's horny. And emotional. *cough* DID NOT mean to get that detailed.)

*laughs*
You make us sound like zombies.

*giggles*

No, that's not what I meant.

It's just, erm... After all that's happened to me,

Well, you guys make me feel safe. And zombies wouldn't. It's nice to know that I have a bunch of people who care about me and happen to have superhuman strength and hearing and whatnot.

*smiles*
I'm glad you feel safe here.
I wouldn't want you to feel otherwise.

*dances with peanut butter*

Look, a chicken.

*raises an eyebrow*
Were you dropped on your head at birth?
Or are you that drunk?

*coughs*

Neither. I just didn't know what to say. I usually just think those things to myself in order to break the tension.

I won't ask further questions on the subject.
*smiles*

*laughs and wlaks in*
Wow.

You know, I had no ideea popsicle sticks were so flexible. *holds up popsicle stick bent into a figure 8 shape* Its cool!
But now I want more ice cream...
*pulls tub out of the freezer*
Want some Arianna? Or are you too busy with the peanut butter?

*through mouthful of peanutbutter*

I'm goo!

*leaves the confernce room and joins the others in the kitchen*
Hey Lidia and Arianna.
Peanut butter is great.
*grabs an apple*