The Newest Brightest Witch of Her Age

[shrugs, promptly rubbing a pickle chip into the ice cream before popping it in her mouth] You’re missing out.

Tryyyyy it.

No, I’m so serious! The salty and sweet combo is to die for. Try it!

“I’m in no state to drink, I know. Don’t worry.... I’m not much of a drinker either way.”

Oooooooooh, you got pickles too. You are the best. [grins, cuddling into her new snacks like a pillow pet] Have you ever had ice cream and pickles? It’s sosososo good.

Chocolate chip mint.

“It’s just getting started. That’s no way to start it.”

Enough to find me ice cream?

It’s rather early to be drinking.

You’re a complete and utter liar, I hope you know that. But I love you anyways.

“Would you like to die tonight, Paul Ian Boot?”

Okay... I’m holding you to this. Even though, in my honest opinion, I look like a whale.

Promise?

“I’ve been pregnant for two years eight months, you hobnob.”

You are such a liar. I look like a whale!

“I’m leaving. I’m pregnant and you’re annoying me.”

....do I look fat in this?