#and dinner

Enid: *sits up with a yawn* Gosh, I just had the weirdest dream.

Enid: I was all alone in a room with this um… this giant lava cake. And O-M-G did it smell amazing, so of course I took a bite.

Enid: But then—get this—it smacked me!

Enid: The cake— *bewildered look* —smacked me. On the head!

Enid: *growls* So I was all like “Nuh uh, bitch” and took another bite. And another. And another—

Enid: —until I finally got to that yummy molten center. That’s when it stopped. The swatting, I mean.

Enid: *bites her lip* That filling though…

Enid: *flops back onto her pillow and closes her eyes at the memory*

Enid: FFUuuck—*breathy moan* —that filling was so. Freaking. Divine!

Enid: Like… unf! So much unf that I can’t even.

Enid: I just could not stop eating it. It was like I lost my mind! It was all I could do to just lick and nibble and suck and—

Enid: *groans* —it was getting all over me. Under me. Around me. Everywhere. But it fucking needed to be in my mouth and—

Blue eyes snap open as Enid realizes how it must all sound. Flushing with embarrassment (and more than a touch of arousal), she lets out an awkward giggle.

Enid: ANYways— *rolls over to face her girlfriend* Good morning, Willa! So how did you sleep last nuhhhhh…

What greets Enid is the sight of a slack-jawed Wednesday Addams, limply spread-eagled atop a frankly impressive damp spot. Her nightclothes are shredded beyond recognition, leaving her garbed in only a riot of colorful bruises and bites.

Wednesday: *apocalyptically ruined*

Enid: 😱

Enid: W-Wednesday? *voice rises in pitch* Are you okay?!

Wednesday: *makes noises of what she imagines a giant lava cake would sound like*

Enid: 🫢

Wednesday: *wanton lava cake noises intensify*