|Another Maren snippet
||[Jun. 15th, 2006|11:53 pm]
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Maren held the fridge door open with her hip while she negotiated the lid of the cool whip jar. For the moment, she appeared to be tall and dark, with a runner's lean phsyique. She kicked the fridge door shut behind her, and sat down on the couch with cool whip in one hand and spoon in the other. She regarded the confection fondly for a moment before digging in.|
Maren heard the sound of keys jangling in the door lock, and sighed. "It's open!"
"Thanks," said Alice, entering the room and plunking her keys down on the kitchen counter. She unwrapped her scarf and kicked off her shoes before falling into the loveseat.
"There was really ugly traffic on the way back," said Alice. She finally seemed to notice what Maren was eating, and quirked an eyebrow. "You are not eating cool whip straight from the jar."
Maren laughed. "Look! They tell you to eat it straight right on the front, see? 'Enjoy a spoonful for a quick frozen treat,' it says. I'm just following the instructions."
"They're just trying to get you to go through a jar faster."
"It's working, isn't it?"
"Did you have a long day? And seriously, stop eating that stuff, it's making me sick."
"Fine," said Maren, and in the blink of an eye the jar flickered and became a pint of ice cream, which she continued to dig into relentlessly. "And nothing was wrong with my day. I just wanted to eat some cool whip!" Her voice crescendoed, and she glared at her spoon.
"You're still eating cool whip, it just looks like ice cream. And you're not acting like you had a great day."
"Well, you just have to look at it, you don't have to eat it, alright? And I'm fine."
"If I kinda squint, I can tell it's still cool whip."
"Ah, suck. I forgot about that. It's not worth the bother, then." Another blink, and the container was again cool whip. "Doesn't work nearly as well when people know what something really is."
"I can't believe it. My roommate can do friggin' magic and she spends half her time bitching about how awful her life is and the other half eating my food straight from the container," said Alice, rolling her eyes. "Maren, you are a waste of space."
"But I'm a rent-paying waste of space, which is better than some of your old roommates," said Maren, grinning. "And I'll buy you a new thing of cool whip, don't worry. This was about to expire anyway."
"Does cool whip expire?"
"Probably not, but let's be on the safe side. You don't want to mess with hydrogenated vegetable oils."