Freshly exfoliated, thanks to Alexis, and in possession of the coveted clear nail polish, Blue had started to meticulously paint the first sliver of soap from her own bathroom. But she needed more. The quality of the prank was dictated by whoever was running this whole thing, so Blue assumed that the quantity might have given her the most points. But she was woefully underestimating the length of time it would take to brush on a thick enough layer of the polish with the teeny tiny brush. This was going to take forever.
So she was happy for the reprieve of her other teammate needing help. Double the hands, half the work. This was as much about collaboration as it was about getting one over on other people.
Blue flung the door open and quickly ushered Valkyrie inside. If they were going to be stealthy, they couldn't talk strategy where everyone could see. Luckily, her own room was blissfully empty for now.
She eyed the bag, a slow smile crept across her face. "I'm usually not one to stoop this low with fake chocolate, but soap is better than, well, you know." Blue couldn't even bring herself to say laxative out loud. That would just be miserable for all parties.