4/13 eat slime erryday
You stop poking Scout when you see Scofflaw hold the cookie out to you. You smile and accept the cookie.
“Thhhanks,” you say.
You eat it as you watch Dame fall onto Scoff. The cookie and the slime taste pretty good together. You reach over and grab a plain cookie, then get an idea and grab a second one. You get a spoon, scoop a spoonful of slime out of the pitcher and put it on a cookie. Then you put the two cookies together, making a little sopor cookie sandwich.
Since Scoff gave you his cookie, you offer him the cookie sandwich.
You laugh through the sopor-covered cookies you’re still shoving in your mouth, watching Dame hang off of Scofflaw. You try to say something, but it comes out as a garbled noise and that only makes you laugh harder. You should probably slow down and swallow before you choke.
When you finally do so, you hold up your hand.
“I think— I think we should built a fort,” you say. “Y’ know, couch cushions. Saw Pickle has some pretty good ones, on th’ way in.”
You’re not even paying attention until Dame falls on you - she also has a fistful of your hair, which makes you flail wildly in an attempt to get her off. You make vague displeased noises until she’s stabilized again, hanging off you like some small demented treebeast.
“What th’ shit, sis?” Your voice sounds weird even to your ears, but your mind is taken off that when PI hands you a sorpor cookie sandwich.
“I love you so much right now,” you tell him seriously, staring at the cookie sandwich like it’s some sort of divine revelation. It’s gone in seconds, and it even tastes holy. Damn. Pickle must be some sort of messiah to be handing out shit like that.
Of course, your sudden religious ecstasy is dispelled when Scout mentions forts.
You snicker harder at Scofflaw’s flailing, even though the nice thing to do would be to apologise; you didn’t mean to grab his hair again when you lost your balance, you think, but then Scout, Scout the beautiful genius he is, opens his mouth and spouts, uh, more genius stuff.
“A fort?” You repeat, stunned. Then your eyes go wide, your pupils get big, and you grin.
“That’s a brilliant idea, Snoop! I bet we could—” you stop and slide off of Scofflaw gears turning steadily in your head, and then your idea solidifies enough to voice:
“I bet we could even go to the imaginary world if we build a good enough one! I mean this is like troll booze anyway, right?”
Of course! It made sense! Perfect sense! Who knew what kind of wicked shenanigans they’d get up to as trolls!
You keep sliding down Scofflaw because he’s so tall, and you don’t bother using your feet so you just end up in a pile on the floor against his ankle. You snicker to yourself because the guy is like a tree from down here, what was up with that???