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"You know, would it really kill the island to grow some cucumbers or something so we could make pickles?" she asked softly, almost nervously, though there was no one else in the room with her. "I don't know why you want pickles," she added, looking down at her lap. "I don't even really like pickles. We don't have any anyway, so please stop making me want them.."
When she finished speaking, she looked up, eyes darting around the room and towards the open door into the hallway, sighing softly in relief when it seemed that there wasn't anyone around to hear her talking to herself. It was just another regular day for Pam in the IPD office, except that she'd finished most of her work and it was only a little past noon. And she was hungry. For pickles.
As if it wasn't bad enough that her clothes weren't fitting well anymorel, now she wanted something that they didn't even have.
"If I can't have yogurt, you can't have pickles," she said sharply, just as she heard someone shuffle through the door.
[ooc: I know I mentioned a post to at least one person.. *eyes Melly* So, here she is. With bonus talking to herself!]
When she finished speaking, she looked up, eyes darting around the room and towards the open door into the hallway, sighing softly in relief when it seemed that there wasn't anyone around to hear her talking to herself. It was just another regular day for Pam in the IPD office, except that she'd finished most of her work and it was only a little past noon. And she was hungry. For pickles.
As if it wasn't bad enough that her clothes weren't fitting well anymorel, now she wanted something that they didn't even have.
"If I can't have yogurt, you can't have pickles," she said sharply, just as she heard someone shuffle through the door.
[ooc: I know I mentioned a post to at least one person.. *eyes Melly* So, here she is. With bonus talking to herself!]