You are filled with H O P E S and D R E A M S.

“I remembered why it’s fish and I. Am so mad.” She huffs. “Well, I AM a lesbian and I AM kissing fish... my lovely girlfriend is getting all the kisses and NO ONE can stop me.”

“Sure thing, babe… long as you’re okay with sharing~.” There she goes, popping the hooked end of a hot candy cane in her mouth and sticking the other end in her direction. She missed pocky day, but this works.

Oh boy is she EVER up for sharing! There’s a quiet laugh before she leans in and takes the other end of the candy cane in her mouth. The hot sauce candy cane. The sauce that is hot. She’s confused enough to make a face, but as previously mentioned... maybe, she thinks, it was cinnamon or some kind of monster spice??? So, she keeps doing. Maybe even crunches a tiny bit off, just to show how tough she was. CRONCH MONCH.

“Anyone wanna candy cane? I got red and green.” … spoiler alert, those aren’t peppermint. They’re hot-sauce & pickle flavored.

She’s not gonna tell anyone that, though.

“Candy canes??? I’d love one! A red one, please!”

“YOOOOO I’LL TELL YA WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT!”