 Wonky Knee
"You're welcome."
The blonde watched as Samson cut his pancake and ate it. He was trying to tease her and she was NOT going to let him win. No, she was not. As if she'd want to eat those pancakes which have bacon all over them anyways. Erm, EW! Thank you, but NO THANK YOU. Sabrina started tapping the table with her finger with increasing frequency as she looked around the table.
Blink. Stare. Blink. Stare. Laugh.
"Make syrup pour out of my wand?" Sabrina giggled and playfully kicked his leg under the table. "Saaaaaaam! You forget we can't make food appear out of thin air! We can duplicate it and stuff, but we can't create it." Sabrina giggled once again, then her eyes fell on a bottle sitting next to another platter full of pancakes a few seats away from hers.
It was like the light was shining out from the bottle, making it look divine and pure and it was sitting there, next to a plate full of pancakes, waiting to be poured over them and savoured. To be eaten. By Sabrina. Yummmmmmmmmm.
Bouncing off the table, Sabrina took a few hurried steps towards the bottle, as though if she didn't reach it quick enough, somebody else would steal it, yet she didn't run, not wanting to draw attention to the bottle. MINE! Snort. There was hardly anyone in the hall. Of course it didn't occur to the blonde that she could have just summoned the bottle to her. Upon reaching her destination, Sabrina grabbed the bottle and ran back as though she had just finished running a marathon, nearly stumbling when she took her seat again.
It seemed somebody had switched her maturity switch off once again.
"I gooooooot it!" She said, in a sing-song voice and happily poured maple syrup over her pankackes.
Yummmm. |