Monday Morning/Afternoon, Room 220

[swerval_zero]

The door is propped open on what looks like a disaster zone as Zero frantically tries to pack up everything before she leaves tomorrow. She'll be gone all June summer, after all.

She has a strawberry milkshake, and Fish is perched on one of the bedposts, occasionally chirping, "Danke schoen! Are you my mummy! Pretty bird! Pretty bird!" Come visit her. She'll give you a milkshake.

If she can get to the fridge, that is.

((Edit: The door is now closed, and you'd better have a really good reason for interrupting the room's occupants.))

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[chasingangela]

"Sure," Angela said. "What type do you have?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero opened the fridge and peered inside. "Um...looks like coffee."

[chasingangela]

"Perfect," Angela said. "Coffee ice cream is this incredible union of things I really like, so ... yay."


She sat back down on the corner of bed. "So have you heard anything about graduation?"

[swerval_zero]

"Not really. We'll probably get attacked by bees or something." Zero handed Angela her milkshake.

[chasingangela]

Angela chuckled, then took a sip of milkshake. "That will make it memorable, anyhow. Though for a true Fandom experience, we would bneed to all be turned into bees."

[swerval_zero]

"Professor Dream didn' teach us that one in Creature Languages."

[chasingangela]

Angela made a face. "So we would be doomed."

[swerval_zero]

"Yup. We'd just have to fly around in confused bee circles and try not to get stung until someone changed us back. Or...swarm in a meadow by a cabin or something."

[chasingangela]

Angela almost choked on her milkshake from laughing. "Maybe we could find a real bee and honor its ma."

[swerval_zero]

"And learn from its pa. About how to be real bees."

'pa' sounds very strange coming out of Zero's mouth.

[chasingangela]

Turns out milkshake burns if you laugh so hard that you snort it.

[swerval_zero]

Zero gives up on stifling her laughter and sort of falls over, laughing hysterically.