Felicity had taken full advantage of the fact that she didn't have to wear her uniform today, but her actual 'costume' was resigned to her face. The make up had taken her a while that morning, but she was proud of it. Sat towards the middle of the room, she quickly drew out too columns, and mentally labelled her apples 1 and 2. 2 had a slightly cartoonish shine to it, while 1 was noticeably stickier. She couldn't detect any different in their smell, and that got written down, too.

Glancing at her classmates, Flick noticed that most of them were eating the apples. Hesitantly, she turned back to her apples, and took a small bite of each in turn. The second one she bit into, number 1, was definitely sticking to her teeth more, and she grimaced slightly. Gross.