toesies | catch-all: harrow.

[Hello, Harrow... Sheila will make her way to the rec room sometime after #cheesegate, and sigh in relief upon seeing it pristine! Well, for the most part. Watch something blow up as soon as I link this PC.]

Oh, thank god. No cheese products.

[Harrow is curled up on a couch in there, and wrinkles her nose when Sheila comes in.]

No, this room seems safe for now.

For now. [Echoing that.] Until we wake up tomorrow and it's covered in whipped cream— and not in a fun way.

Well, no. I can't imagine what way that would be fun.

[Harrow.]

Really?

[Why does she sound surprised by this? She pauses for a second, and then shrugs.]

Maybe I'm just used to hanging around more sexually explicit people. Oh, well.

Oh.

[She didn't realize it was a sex thing, and now she's embarrassed.]

I - I see. So that's what the cheese was for, too?

[... She pauses to think about this.]

It could be, but thinking about it doesn't make me happy...?

[She draws the line at cheese fetish. Feticheese. Goodbye.]

I - I don't care for it, either. I just wasn't aware of the whipped cream.

Oh. Well. [...] Now you know?

[Harrow, your sex ed.]

But seriously, that isn't a suggestion to cover the place in whipped cream.

[What sex ed includes whipped cream. Please. She's so embarrassed.]

I'm not planning to do anything of the sort.

Great! And if anyone tries to convince you otherwise, tell them to fuck themselves. The cheese is enough.

[Nodding. She still doesn't understand the cheese thing, but she's going to pretend to understand.]

. . . Of course. Thank you for the advice?

You're so welcome!

[Cheerfully! She did nothing worthy of thanks, and yet.

Anyway, she moves further into the room to mess with the entertainment cabinet. Anything good in here? Hello?]

What are you looking for?

I don't know yet. Something to kill time, I guess.

[Her gaze will follow Sheila while she looks through the entertainment.]

There are games in there - I've played a few. And films, but none I'm familiar with.