Dear Everyone Again

[xp_olaris]

Throw a pie at me and you get your Lorna treats privileges revoked.

Throw your pie at Jamie instead.

Comments

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

No. Fair.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Fair? We were playing fair?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I was using it in the six-year-old sense of "But this isn't good for me!"

This is just gonna degenerate to me chasing you through the halls with whipped-cream spray bottles, you know.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

But Paige did that already today!!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Well, clearly it didn't take!

I could pelt you with chocolate pudding instead, maybe? That'd go nicely with the whipped cream.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Don't you dare!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Because I like this shirt and it's dry clean only.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I could aim low? Or you could go put on a different shirt.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

The skirt is silk. No ruining the skirt.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Your fashion sense is really putting a crimp in my plans here.

What were you wearing when Paige chased you around with whipped cream? I mean, I don't see her as a bad shot.

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Um, a chef's coat and jeans? I was in the kitchen after all.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Well, go put that back on then! There's pudding to be flung!

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

Not a chance! I don't want to be puddinged!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

. . . You win this round.

But you won't be wearing delicates forever. Someday, you will let down your guard and grab machine washables out of your dresser. And on that day I'll be waiting.

Because pudding refrigerates well.