Hand Over a Pint (Open)

[Megan Gwynn]

[sthingy=spo-on, silly word filters.]

For her first week of being at the school, Megan felt she was adapting well. She still tended to keep baggy clothes on during the day, but that too would change eventually. She may have been more comfortable with herself if within the first five minutes of her walking through the front door she hadn't encountered a physical mutation hating jerk. She didn't even think mutants could be hateful of other mutants just for.. well.. their mutations. She wouldn't even begin to state that she had seen it all though.

Just in the past week, she had seen things that two months ago would have scared her out of her mind. A boy that could fly, multiple kids and adults with some type of fire ability, sonic screams, super strength.. all of the people of course were amazingly nice and friendly. She could say she was on her way to becoming friends with quite a few of them.. but that didn't stop her mind from taking in the information the wrong way. It was almost needless to say her sleep patterns had be interrupted by images of her falling, burning, and most disturbing, being crushed by some faceless man or woman.

Walking down the hall in her quite appropriate Valentine's Day pajamas, Megan wasn't quite sure exactly what time it was. Most likely two to three o'clock in the morning, the last time she had actually taken a look at the clock though was when she was checking her E-mail for the fifth time that night. She felt horrible being so uncomfortable there. No, that wasn't quite it, she felt just fine there, it was her stupid subconscious mind that was throwing all of the unnecessary horror images in her head, preventing her from sleeping.

Putting the hood of her sweatshirt down to run her fingers through her short pink hair, she ruffled it up a bit before giving a yawn. The hoodie was the only part of her outfit she had paid any attention to. She just felt uncomfortable still walking where others could see her with her wings out for display. The actual pajama set itself consisted of pink shorts and a white shirt saying 'Love' in pink letters and two holes in the back.

She was starting to regret her lack of adding sweatpants and socks to her outfit as the floors in the school weren't carpet like her house. Then again, the cold could help wake her up fully so she could actually get something done. This half-awake, half-asleep state wasn't doing anyone any good.

Finding the kitchen, she gave herself a little mental pat on the back and began her search for a late night snack. Most people probably wouldn't have thought it by looking at the girl, but she secretly loved things like chocolate and ice cream.

With the idea of her two favorite things popping in her head, she made a bee-line straight for the freezer. The school was supposed to be well stocked, wasn't it? Was she even allowed to be here so late, munching on the school's food? She had never asked anyone if there was a curfew set in place, or rules against eating food at certain times. If anyone ever really came in and brought it up, she would claim it hadn't occurred to her and in the case there were no such rules, good for them.

Grabbing for a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough, she took a sthingy on her way to taking a seat. Deciding that she could just sit in the kitchen to indulge in late night cravings, she sat in one of the taller chairs at a counter facing the door.

Popping the top of the pint, she scrapped a good portion of the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough off onto her sthingy and stuck it into her mouth. Letting her eyes close she tilted her head up, just savoring the pure icy-creamy taste. "Mmmm.." she said before taking the sthingy from her mouth. Letting her arms hang down at her sides, the sthingy still in hand, she wasn't quite sure if she enjoyed the small amount of relaxation her closed eyes gave her or the taste of the chocolate chip ice cream.

With a small gasp and the sound of her sthingy clattering to the floor, she instantly opened her eyes and sat up straight, staring at her ice cream. She seriously needed to confront her problems if every time she even started to close her eyes she got a new faceless mutant exterminating her in an equally new and disturbing way. She was going crazy.

[Clarice Ferguson]

(Rawr! xD The inability to use the s-word amused me so much I decided to reply. It's kind of rambly so I apologise in advance.)

Nocturnal cravings weren’t a new revelation in the mansion. In fact, you’d be hard pressed to run into someone that hadn’t had the occasional urge to devour an entire tub of ice cream, or bag of gummy bears or something else equally sugary and addictive. It was why, after being here a few weeks, you came to learn that there was always going to be someone in the kitchen. Sometimes it was one of the juvenile members of the student population drinking out of the milk carton, others it was simply someone trying to combat the joys of insomnia. Clarice Ferguson generally fell into the latter category.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried sleeping, because lord knows she’d tried boring herself to sleep for the last three hours. She’d read some of Hank’s text books on molecular displacement, she’d tried watching tediously dull subtitled movies, hell she’d even contemplated asking one of the younger residents to tell her their life story, but nothing seemed to be working. Obviously going to kitchen wasn’t really going to help, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and if she was going to knock back any sleeping pills, the pink hued mutant was going to need something in her stomach.

Decked out in pyjamas of atypical green, the teleporter gave a small sigh before blinking from her room to the kitchen doorway. It really wouldn’t have taken her all that long to walk there, but seeing as how trips through limbo generally invoked lethargic tendencies, she had to give it her best shot. Pupil less gaze shot up quickly to the sole inhabitant of the culinary battle station, before flicking down to the item of cutlery occupying the floor. That wasn’t Clarice’s fault was it? Because she had some awful tendencies for creeping up on people, and she’d absolutely hate to have done it again.

“If you and the ice cream would like to be alone, I can just mosey on back down the hall…” started the x-woman as she bypassed the need for introductions altogether. She wasn’t terribly social at the best of times, and if this was the middle of some kind of mental crisis it might not be the best time to be exchanging pleasantries. Instead, the cerise nymph ran a hand through her head and looked inquisitively at the new arrival. Clearly she’d missed the memo about the fact the ‘tute was damn near freezing at night, but the expression on Megan’s face implied that there was something far more intricate going on inside that head of hers.

With that in mind, Blink couldn’t help herself. She folded her arms and stepped forwards into the kitchen, her head canting to the left in an act of contemplation. “You okay?” It was slightly more endearing than the initial sarcasm, and who knew, maybe she’d even be able to lend a friendly ear. That was what Clarice was good for after all, she listened, she hugged and she had a unique ability to put everything into perspective whether intentionally or not.

Shifting on the spot, the young mutant moved to the opposite end of the kitchen and opened the cupboard in search of some marshmallow infused goodness. If it came down to it, she could always run off back upstairs in an act of ignorant bliss, but at least now the door was open to a half-friendly conversation. She’d had one back in the beginning when she’d first signed up for life at the mansion, and if she hadn’t been given that chance, she probably would’ve ended up in a ditch several years ago.

So really it was just her vehement need to be caring combined with personal experiences making her border on the traits of a motherhen. She was young sure, but she could lecture and advise just as well as some people twice her senior. Of course it wasn’t always particularly welcome, but meh, you can’t please everyone can you? At least right now she was making an effort, which was better than nothing, right?

[Megan Gwynn]

People randomly showing up tended to only spook Megan when they came up behind her. Someone just appearing at the entrance for the kitchen simply prompted her to slowly look up and raise her eyebrows. Her brain slowly shifting from what happened a few seconds ago to this new situation, she slipped off the chair and grabbed the sthingy off of the floor.

“If you and the ice cream would like to be alone, I can just mosey on back down the hall…”

Heading for the main portion of the kitchen, she gave a small shrug, still unable to completely shake off the previous images that had been so vivid in her head. They swirled around and clouded her ability at a come back as she just went for the sink to rinse the silverware off. After a moment of rinsing the metal under the faucet water, she finally said whatever popped into her head, "Well, kitchen is fair game, my displays of affection are perfectly legal.."

Rolling her eyes at even herself, she was mad with the temporary inability to even deliver the horrible return. Even the worst of lines sounded good if they were delivered right. What she had said, It didn't even make sense if she thought back on what the girl had tossed at her. If she just got a good nights sleep, a clear head, she would be able to debate and give sarcastic remarks even to the best of them. Refraining from the start of a series of mumbled words to herself, she simply grabbed a paper towel and dried off the sthingy before turning to a now, cross-armed, pink skinned, pupil-less girl, rather than the sarcastic bundle of joy she was a few moments before.

Megan herself had never really cared about what a person looked like, as long as they were nice on the inside, but that didn't stop her from looking the girl over. She didn't have much control over that now did she? It would be awkward to just look at her face, she would be expecting otherwise and would know Megan herself was being a bit fake, right?

She noticed the obvious. Pink skin accompanied with marks on her face, the eyes as well were quite distinct. Oddly enough, Megan noticed the look on her face more than any of the other features. The “You okay?” was completely predictable as Megan gave a small shrug and walked back to her chair.

"Having trouble sleeping," she said while fiddling with the Ben & Jerry's that had started to melt a bit around the edges. Blinking a few times she quickly wondered how anything could melt in such a cold room. Mentally shaking that thought from her head before it was too long to continue on what she had started, she looked back at the older girl with a small smile. "I've only been here about a week, I figure it's natural to need some adjusting time?" Yes, she was watering it down to a more generic problem, but the concept was the same, wasn't it? It was strange for Megan to do though, because she was always one of those people that could be open about their problems, talk about them and listen to others. She was trusting.

Saying something that wasn't the whole truth just felt so... weird. She didn't want to sound like the politicians that argued on the TV, though. If she explained the flashes she was getting, she may have even sounded worse. Like some shallow person that never looked at anyone deeper than what they could do and lived life in fear. Definitely not the image she wanted to be projecting.

Slipping the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands she wondered what would be able to cure her situation. Shake hands with one of the pyrotechnic people? Get a bear hug from a guy that could probably throw her to the moon? Maybe she just needed to grab a few more friends, have a few more conversations. All she had really gotten so far were the acquaintances from a few daily interactions. It was natural to fear what you don't understand, right? She just needed to get to know people.

"Are you okay? She said with a bit of juvenile play in her voice, the smile on her face accompanying the jab and furthering the innocence behind it. It was actually a way of saying the visitor to the kitchen didn't have to sit here and talk about Megan's problems if she didn't want to.

[Clarice Ferguson]

Well, this was socially awkward wasn’t it? Having abandoned her quest for the comforting fluffy goodness of marshmallows, Clarice settled for a handful of ice chips to chew as she leant against the counter at the opposite end of the kitchen. She did genuinely want to help Pixie if she was having some kind of predicament, but at the same time she didn’t want to poke her bright pink nose into business that wasn’t her concern. She tended to do that a lot apparently, and while the student body did appreciate it on some level, it did generally result in various uses of the word ‘off’.

"Well, kitchen is fair game, my displays of affection are perfectly legal.."

As that statement registered within the young teleporter’s mind, she merely raised an eyebrow. It made so little sense, that it seemed almost rude to ask what on earth was going on in that girl’s mind. Perhaps she wasn’t listening, or perhaps it did make sense and Blink was being blatantly oblivious to the seemingly obvious. Either way, the x-woman needed to stray away from dwelling on such a thought. It was simply a fleeting comment, and reading too far into it was bound to cause problems later on.

“Having trouble sleeping, I've only been here about a week, I figure it's natural to need some adjusting time?"

Well, it certainly explained the ice cream. The mansion practically had to have the stuff on permanent order! It was the universal comfort food, and with so many things going askew in terms of school work and x-business, it seemed only fair to have a little pick-me up. She couldn’t really appreciate how awkward it must be for some people fitting in here, because she’d been there that long, she’d stopped feeling out of place a long time ago. The lack of sleep though; now that she could relate too. “There should be some sleeping pills down in the med lab if you need them; though I’m pretty sure Ben & Jerry should work their magic soon.” She forced out a smile, it was hard being comforting when you felt intrusive.

"Are you okay?

Ha! The less we say about that, the better. Clarice merely nodded, and strangely enough the air didn’t seem quite so tense. “I’m fine.” She was more concerned about making sure that Pixie had some degree of social interaction and didn’t need to resort to nocturnal quests for ice cream induced happiness. Talking wasn’t one of the teleporter’s strong points, but listening ranked up pretty high on the Blink-o-meter. Although, in truth, the neon elf could more than understand how difficult it was to start pouring out your inner most thoughts to a complete stranger, and she wasn’t expecting anything remotely revealing if the pink haired recruit did decide to divulge her worries.

It did remind her of some of her earlier days within the mansion’s halls, and just how petrified she’d been of having conversations with anyone. Generally, even now, she kept her thoughts to herself and punctuated the silence with generic subjects and subtle hints of sarcasm. It was safer that way, sometimes letting people in was part of the problem. Of course, most people knew when you were lying or dancing around the truth, and in part, that was what made Clarice so wonderfully aware that Pixie was dodging the real reason behind her jaunt into the kitchen. Being a new student was obviously part of it, but there was something much more pivotal there, and it was very nearly sending the x-woman’s compassion gene into overdrive.

She needed to address this head on, or change the subject; and seeing as how the latter was far more forgiving for both parties, Blink settled for the latter. Introductions seemed like as good a place as any to start, so with the most reassuring smile she could muster, a slender hand raised itself in a short wave. “I’m Blink, by the way. Well, Clarice technically, but barely anyone uses that.” Codenames were easier for some people, especially if they were inclined to make Hannibal references when using her real name. It was somewhat cliché to be doing the ‘hello my name is…’ bit, but it was a start.

Maybe now they could border on something other than awkward glances and half-hearted conversations.

[Megan Gwynn]

Sleeping pills? Megan had never really been the type to resort to drugs. She in fact hating using them unless she understood exactly what they did. With being fifteen years old, that list wasn't very long. She understood what chemicals were, what they could do, but she honestly thought she'd never fully understand the way they worked with the body. Besides, would sleeping pills cure the constant reoccurring dreams she was having trouble with? To be able to get a restful night sleep, doesn't your brain have to be in on the process? She'd research it a bit more before turning down that road, until then perhaps Ben & Jerry would be her saviors.

Megan wasn't the only one seeming to be brushing her problems off though. Blink's "Im fine" was about as convincing as Pixie stating her hair was brown because she really really wanted it to be. It wasn't exactly her job to push away new friends, or new 'could be' friends away. She was too much of a social butterfly to act that way. Giving a small smile at herself, the term 'Social' butterfly never seemed to fit so well. Sure she classified her wings as more of Dragonfly/butterfly mix, or just something that was purely her own, but it still made the term a bit more amusing.

“I’m Blink, by the way. Well, Clarice technically, but barely anyone uses that.”

Accepting the change of topic 100%, Megan gave another smile. She'd be honest, the first thing that ever popped into her head when someone said the name 'Clarice' was Clarice Starling. Heck, she'd bet a thousand dollars the Silence of the Lambs protagonist would be first on a google search of the name. Was that why so many people used code names to go by? Megan herself had been thinking about it, code names that is. Did each student get to pick their own, but were they chosen for them? Considering her haircut and wings, she had been tossing around Pixie, maybe Fairy but that made her sound too fragile, didn't it? Then again, she was fragile?

Lithe might have been good too, but she wasn't getting her hopes up too much, it would probably be set for her by whatever was popular opinion. She wouldn't fight it, the best names were made that way, they way that is what other people wanted to call you. "I'm Megan," she replied. "Code name undefined so to speak, you know, still a new student."

Pausing for a moment she put a bit more of the cookie dough goodness in her mouth before taking a deep breath and asking what was on her mind at the instant. "Did you get to choose your code name or did someone do it for you?" That'd be a good topic, right? The atmosphere wasn't exactly strained or anything, but Megan could tell the other girl in the room wasn't the best with coming up with conversations. Was Pixie the only one in the entire school with that skill? Maybe being all mutants, people here were too introverted.

[Clarice Ferguson]

Codenames were both a blessing and a curse. To a certain extent they made it marginally easier to remember what people were capable of; seeing as how almost every name had something to do with the owner’s mutation, but at the same time they hindered the social interaction. As far as Clarice was concerned, they were practical, but she’d much rather sit down and know someone’s real identity. Then again, some people’s real names weren’t their’s at all. Pyro for example; always seemed more fitting than calling the arson-happy mutant ‘John’. It was just all so painfully complicated.

"I'm Megan, code name undefined so to speak, you know, still a new student."

See, this was nice. The swift subject change had worked wonders, and now neither of them seemed to be in any mad rush to escape the culinary war zone. There’d been a rather large influx of new students in the last few months if she’d remembered correctly; either that or they were simply old friends returning to the fold. It had made the mansion somewhat more homely in a sense, as the amount of people wandering around helped you to realise you weren’t alone. Of course, there were certain people within the ‘tute that you could quite cheerfully beat to death with a pointy stick ,as they weren’t the most welcoming people around, but the majority of residents were always happy to see a new face. “Well, it’s good to have you.” She may have been a little late in rolling out the welcome mat, but it was the thought that counted.

"Did you get to choose your code name or did someone do it for you?"

It was a very good question; but the pink skinned woman had no idea how she was supposed to address it. The acquisition of her codename had been somewhat simple; as the entirety of her youth she’d been dubbed Blink, but it didn’t necessarily mean that it worked the same way for everyone. Some people thought of things off the top of their heads, others had stemmed from nicknames, and occasionally staff had offered some welcome suggestions. It was just a case of selecting an option. “I’ve pretty much always been Blink, so I was never part of the rag-tag codename selecting bunch. It’s really up to you; afterall it’s going to be your name. Most of the staff and students are happy enough to offer advice though; just be careful who you ask, lest you be bombarded with some rather ‘creative’ suggestions.” It seemed like a sufficient amount of advice for the time being, as it was both helpful and honest.

“So…” she began, trying to keep the conversation moving at least in some vaguely interesting direction. “Who’ve you met so far?” She wasn’t necessarily introverted persay, she just had a few kinks to work out in her grand scheme of social skills. Being so shockingly pink did play havoc with your self esteem, and since only some people seemed to find her natural shade tolerable, she had to be particularly careful as to what she said and to whom. Megan seemed to be taking it all in her stride though; which did make this whole experience somewhat easier, and was the main reason Clarice was trying so desperately hard to keep up the rapport they were sharing.

Blinking once, the pyjama clad x-woman opted to pull up a stool and sit herself down. At least now she was showing a commitment to befriending Pixie, instead of lurking ominously near the door. Besides, this was keeping both of them away from the lures of nightmares and marginally disturbed thoughts, which was obviously a plus.

[Megan Gwynn]

Glancing back down at her ice cream as it continued to steadily melt in it's paper home, exposing cookie dough lumps like icebergs in the north atlantic, she listened to the answer to her question. Her appetite always kind of left her as she was talking with other people. Maybe it was because she never enjoyed talking with food in her mouth and if Pixie ever had the choice between talking or eating, talking would be it. She was quite literally a social butterfly.

She had always been known as Blink? Did that mean she had always had her abilities? Or did her name not have anything to do with.. whatever it was she could do. She'd really expect something more like 'Strawberry' or something else to do with her color. Then again, what if she were stuck to the same type of name. She'd die if anyone ever started calling her strawberry shortcake again, mostly due to the fact it would remind her of her height every time she heard it. Pixie wasn't quite the violent type, but she had jumped on a guy in high school that was calling her that despite however many times she told him to stop.

He just couldn't stop making fun of her. It was quite the experience really, she had jumped on his back and started hitting his head yelling 'What if I started calling you bongo!? Thats the sound your hollow head makes!' Her friend Tod eventually had to step in and separate the two, but after a week of harsh glares and no one laughing, the kid eventually came up with a new nickname.

Megan was about to ask how Blink got that particular name, but the conversation was already moving on. Better let it go to the other residents than something that had the potential to bring bad memories anyway, right? "Uuuhm.. Well.. Warren..." She said with a bit of a blush coming to her cheek. Yes, this could potentially be a much much much better subject. "Rahne.. Carter.. Uhm.." Having a bit of a hard time remembering anyone else's name, she just smiled again. 'Angel' had no doubt been her favorite, perhaps it was the wings that did it for her, considering practically every guy in the entire school had a six pack and was six feet tall.

Sliding the pint of ice cream over and offering the back end of the eating utensil, she didn't know if Blink would care for her cooties or not, but Megan never cared, so why not offer? Blink had started the process by sitting by her, who was Megan not to continue the bonding exercises?


(( Totally fitting pictures I found.))

[Clarice Ferguson]

The majority of nicknames Clarice had been subjected to did mainly revolve around her unique colouring. She'd been the proud owner of a hummed chorus of 'pinky and the brain' before she'd even been dubbed simple things like 'Cherry Blossom', 'Pepto-Bismol' & 'x-mas elf'. She'd been called worse too, but the slightly endearing ones were the ones that generally tended to stick. Blink was simply the easiest way to describe how fast she could disappear, and therefore the most logical thing she could ever have been called. It was more natural than breathing to her now; and if anyone did use her Sunday title she'd either been very bad or someone had died. Shifting her attention back to Pixie as she spoke, the teleporter inclined her head in an all knowing nod as the new student blushed.

"Uuuhm.. Well.. Warren..."

Warren had quite the fan following; and to be perfectly honest she'd never really understood why. He was easy on the eyes, plain and simple, but he was more brotherly than anything else. Then again; the majority of the male population generally was to Clarice. Still, if staring lustfully after the winged x-man made Megan's transition to the 'tute any easier, it was worth it. Angel had to be used to the amount of adoring fans by now anyway, another one was hardly going to ruffle his feathers too much. "Mhm." She replied, grinning broadly. There was no explanation required for that one, the rush of blood to Pixie's cheeks made it more than abundantly clear to the elder of the two.

"Rahne.. Carter.. Uhm.."

"Oh, you met Rahne?" Began the cerise nymph, sounding almost surprised. Wolfsbane was one of the few people Clarice would happily consider a good friend, although she didn't see her as necessarily being part of the welcoming comittee. Unless of course she'd been in the area at the time and rather than being terribly cold hearted, she'd simply offered a greeting. The Scot wasn't terribly renowned for her social skills just like Blink, but even the introverted could offer a welcoming atmospehere every so often. It just depended on how far out of your comofrt zone you wanted to come. "She's nice; a little hard to understand sometimes, but lovely all the same."

As for Carter; personally Clarice tended to stay well out of his way. He was just as lovely as everyone else, and she had no problem with him, save of course for his brazen attitude and lack of tact sometimes. He was one of those people that liked to inject life into a situation, and while some people would appreciate that, others like herself preferred to crawl under rocks and hide until he'd gone away. If she was being perfectly honest, she'd barely had anything to do with him, save for fleeting greetings in the few moments she'd been forced to endure his company. He was an acquired taste, and as such she wasn't quite proactive enough to appreciate that yet. "And well, Carter's just Carter. But seeing as how you've met him, I guess you'll appreciate that sentiment more than most"

The mutant flashed another smile before everything changed. The ice cream was pushed towards her, and the sthingy offered with more enthusiasm than she was used to. She was actually quite content with just the ice, but seeing as how this was a pivotal step forward on the hypothetical journey to...well....somewhere, who was she to refuse? Accepting the sthingy, Clarice blatantly disregarded the rules of cootie catching and dug a mouthful out of the melting tub. Bringing it up to eye level, she surveyed it with interest for a moment before it found it's way into her mouth. "Mmm. That stuff's not half bad!"

She'd half expected a sudden brain freeze; but the ensuing icecream infused goodness in her stomach was a very welcome change.

[Megan Gwynn]

It had taken everything within Pixie just to suppress a girlish giggle saying Warren's name. Even thinking it didn't help but keep the blush plastered to her cheeks. What did it matter if Blink knew she liked the other worldly beauty of an Angel? Yes, there was a possibility of Blink going out and telling other people Pixie was the newest member of the Warren fan club, but so what!? If other people knew, then maybe he would find out without her having to tell him. These situations always worked out best when everyone was aware of the attraction, despite the smallest chance in hell she'd ever have with him.

"Oh, you met Rahne? ..She's nice; a little hard to understand sometimes, but lovely all the same."

Nodding enthusiastically, she remembered the socially challenged older girl. She had been extremely nice but not very outgoing. In fact, now that she remembered the event of her walking through the front doors, she hadn't really seen Rahne since. She should really ask around where he was at, maybe Pixie could be somewhat of a younger sister to some of the older residents while helping them be less.. socially challenged. That was usually one skill that didn't come with age, you were either naturally born with it, or were close to someone that was. Pixie, thankfully was the former.

"And well, Carter's just Carter. But seeing as how you've met him, I guess you'll appreciate that sentiment more than most"

Nodding sadly she then gave a small shrug. She remembered Carter vividly. His antics had actually pushed Rahne to snap at him, well, not literally, but fairly close. She herself had eventually tried to get in a few snaps at him, but none of them worked very well, she just didn't know the older mutant enough to create a comeback. "What is his problem by the way? He treated Rahne pretty badly, and me, of course but sheesh. He must be gay or something, neh? Never get a girl acting like that."

Smiling again as she took a sthingyfull of the delicious Ben & Jerrys she hopped up off her seat and ran to get another utensil. Blink wouldn't have a choice now but to indulge in the delicious cold creamy substance now, just as she was. What reasons would a girl honestly have not to? The 'oooh nooo I have to lose five pounds'? From the looks of it, neither of them were anywhere close to needing to lose a single pound, so let the midnight munchies conquer all!

"Oh that is MUCH much more than just not half bad! These two guys.." she said while turning the tub to show the front of the label to her. "Sir Ben and Sir Jerry, they should have won like, a Nobel Prize or something, they single handedly.. well.. with the help of whoever invented milk.. sugar.. and cookie dough.. an a method for freezing it.. blah, the MAIN thing is.. they cured depression with just a single serving of high fat, now nutrient.. deliciousness.." Pixie didn't care if she was being a bit immature, she was fifteen, she had the complete right to have a bit of fun in the middle of the night, to be sociable. Maybe the volume of her voice was a bit too loud, but who knows, that could just attract more people, more friends, perhaps make it a party! She had seen at least a good five of the cookie dough favored pints where she had gotten hers, hadn't she? They could have been brownie batter.. not quite as good..