"Poetry...books...don't...." Elisabet's eyes continued to widen in terror. The fudge was going to be all over the book! And it would be all of her fault because she brought in the sweets! Her heart raced in desperation when Felicia took it away. No no no...
When Felicia finally released her hostage to the table, Elisabet--who was the last in the stealth list--grabbed it with uncharacteristic speed, slipped it under her pillow and sat on it like a mother hen on her egg. This after Felicia's short recitation of the poem that left her gulping. Yes Elisabet lived, breathed and slept through Felicia's profanity as normal, but it never landed on a poem that she liked. It was...uncomfortable.
Elisabet then debated if she should express a health warning. Something about chocolates leading to tooth aches and stomach aches. Felicia seemed to realize that but it did not stop her onslaught. She had *such* an appetite Elisabet had never seen before. Fear gripped her neck for Felicia...though it quickly bounced back when the latter started looking around her room for the box. Elisabet felt her life was again in mortal danger, no different from when the Galbadian soldiers raided the Garden. But she remained immobile like a night owl.
Elisabet might have been really fascinated to know more about Felicia's poetry preferences, which was nice. But Felicia found the box and all celebrations ended. Elisabet swallowed until her mouth was dry, which was bad because she felt the great need to protest when her roommate demanded about the underwear.
Elisabet would not even call them anything!
She managed to shriek when Felicia started advancing. A wordless but still high pitched shriek. Her fists positioned themselves on her chest protectively. Elisabet adamantly shook her head, but when Felicia unbuttoned her blouse, she flipped off completely.
"Felicia!"
She yanked her own blanket and tried to throw it to cover Felicia and that sinful....dark....little....