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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[lesbeserious]

[glancing up at the sign and raising an eyebrow in mock-indignation]

Hey, that's my job.

[misswexler]

Feel free to take it.

[lesbeserious]

You kidding me? Camp forcing other people to do it means I have the perfect excuse to not bother.

[misswexler]

I sense the presence of unseemly satisfaction.

[lesbeserious]

Might as well be satisfied with something.

[misswexler]

[narrows her eyes] Sno-ball?

[lesbeserious]

Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass.

[misswexler]

[she cracks a smile] What, they don't look appetizing to you?

[lesbeserious]

[dryly;]

As a rule I usually don't like food that's that shade of pink. That's the "I hope you like sweetness because this is going to make your teeth hurt" shade of pink.

[misswexler]

Pepto-Bismol pink.

[lesbeserious]

That's an equally unappealing way of putting it, sure.

[misswexler]

I don't think it's really a food product whose virtues you can extol. Camp in general seems to appreciate it, though. [it's being consumed at an appreciable rate]

[lesbeserious]

Yeah, but camp doesn't exactly have a sophisticated palate.

[misswexler]

In the beginning I thought it would be better to be sitting here bored and alone, but so far almost nobody's been a dick about the sign, so I'm not so unhappy that camp's weakness for cheap sugar has been entertaining me.