valentine's day is coming early

[misswexler]

[There is a teenage girl shackled theatrically to a big cheap fold-out table near the mess hall, accompanied by a selection of giant sno-balls for your delectation. She's drumming her nails against the speckled surface and looking an awful lot like she wouldn't mind shredding the big white fold-out sign in front of her, with red sparkly letters

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[tickingtykebomb]

[laughing]

Nice.

[misswexler]

Always, always, you are laughing at my suffering.

[tickingtykebomb]

Only, like, twice. Doesn't count as always yet.

[misswexler]

You want a piece of cake? [she narrows her eyes and pushes the plate at her a little]

[tickingtykebomb]

I dunno. Looks kinda sketchy to me.

[misswexler]

It's giant, it's pink, it's frosted. What's not to love? I hear it has a chocolate center.

[this is totally an honest and sincere promotion]

[tickingtykebomb]

They look like those snack foods that'll survive a nuclear war. My dad never let me have 'em.

[eyeing the cake anyway]

[misswexler]

[caroline eyes it right back. the first guinea pig survived, so:]

If you eat some, I'll eat some.

[tickingtykebomb]

Yeah? Okay. Deal.

[gettin' a slice]

[misswexler]

[cutting a slice. SO MUCH SUGAR. she's half-laughing as she lifts the piece to her mouth, smearing some chocolate on her chin]

Shit!

[tickingtykebomb]

[taking a small bite to try to avoid doing the same]

--holy shit, you weren't kidding about the chocolate thing.

[misswexler]

[coughing on pseudo-coconut flakes]

If I had a dentist, I would be able to feel him hating me from across the barrier.

[tickingtykebomb]

Eh, camp's almost totally sugar-free. Your fake dentist'll get over it.

[misswexler]

Well? [she eats another bite. she can't help it. it's like a train wreck.] Enjoying the experience?

[tickingtykebomb]

[takes another couple of bites]

Probably gonna be wired for a couple days, but sure. Least I'm not an animal or anything.

[misswexler]

The notion has been put forward that it's Splenda.