twenty three ► breathe in

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

Alright... I'm done. I've officially ran out of things to do. [The journal picks up the sound of someone rolling around in bed.] I don't have any new orders to make, there's a snow fort four feet tall in my backyard, and I'm sick of Hot Pockets.

I really want to go somewhere and do something, but I'm totally out of ideas. [A huge sigh.] Everything's boring.

So, help me out here. What are you guys doing to keep from going crazy?

Comments

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Oh, right, you're sorta new so you've never had them. A Hot Pocket is like... an inside-out pizza with different stuff in it. Like ham and cheese!

dictated;

[axwielding]

Why is it inside-out? Was it made wrong?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

[That's... really cute. He laughs.]

Nah, it's just how it's made. Like a calzone. It's less messy than pizza, though.

dictated;

[axwielding]

[She's confused by the laughter, but doesn't question it.]

Is it a type of calzone?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

It's a little smaller than a calzone, but I think it qualifies.

You should try one sometime. There's a whole bunch in the castle kitchen.

dictated;

[axwielding]

Is it hard to make?