Puff Time! Who: Wesley, Serena, and Aislin! Where/when: Kitchens. 16th at night. Summary: A little plot is going on and Wesley is hungry.
"So, I'm starving," Wesley said, rubbing his stomach. "I wish we had midnight breakfast or something here."
He had been lucky enough to convince Aislin to get out of the room and do something. He was tiring of her moping about all day. It just didn't fit her and it really kind of freaked him out. Wes was used to the more cheerful and calm Aislin. The one who got excited about sequins and patching her pants. Not the one who looked next to tears when she held a glue-gun in her hand.
Wesley had also been lucky enough to convince Serena to come, too. Serena and Wesley had been hanging out a bit recently and he was quite grateful for the designs she had so willingly doodled on his body. Serena was fun and, well, pretty, too. So that was a bonus. Besides, Wesley was pretty sure Serena didn't like seeing Aislin so upset either.
He tickled the pear and tapped his foot as the portrait clicked and let them in. Wes froze in spot and closed his eyes, "Do I smell... cake?"