“If I ever get to the people-lifting level, I’ll try it out on you first and then we can discuss pranking other people. I don’t need to try and lift everyone at once and drop you all on your heads. Pretty sure Brit would kill me with the amount of healing she might have to do.” Had he met Britni yet? “She’s the petite little tan athletic one.” Might as well throw that out there just in case since she was pretty sure Brit would show tonight.
“Exactly that. I mean I cooked all the food so I’m pretty sure I deserve something nice to look at. Now shh, taste-testers are supposed to have their mouth too full to talk.” And lord did she hope it was decent enough to where he didn’t spit it right back out because she’d have just wasted a good portion of the food supply making those. She sat things on the table and turned to look at Richard. “Can’t after I promised everyone food. I’m not that mean. Besides, unless we were eating in the bathroom, we aint locking shit. Keep doesn’t have one. When They didn’t want us in here They just kept putting ice blocks in front of the door. Glad we had someone that could move them because they looked way too heavy for me to even attempt.” It would have been a complete fail and a one-way ticket to migraine city.
“If there’s something you really want though I’m not going to complain if you hide some of it. Just don’t tell anyone you got special roommate privileges, killer.” She flicked the end of his machete. “No one was grumpy last time we did this and I’d rather there not be drama tonight over something as basic as food.”